Ever not so often, you come across something that leaves you gaping at the sight in front of your eyes. No, it may not be the most beautiful thing. It might not even be the stuff that rots you with lust from the insides of your being. But the way the sight unfolds, is what becomes the definition of a dream come true. It's this kind of an entity, or the mere thoughts of it, that leaves you revitalized after a 14-hour long day, begging you to put that last ounce of your existence into the thing you want to tell the world about the most.
I am no expert on the matter that I'm about to write about. But I know one thing for sure. You can't have these things grow on you. Because your desire, or lack of it for such a sight, is always a binary reaction. It is either I, or 0, right from the moment you set your eyes on whatever this magical form of creation is.
After my first encounter of this first kind, all I can remember is searching for my jaw, that had fallen into outer space on the other side of the planet, diametrically opposite to the point on which I stood. The only question in my head was... "Why the fuck do I find this woman so irresistable?". Right now, my only issue in life is that I can't find my lower jaw. So eating food is a bit of a challenge. But how do you create such a work of art from mud and sand? Or is the material on these masterpieces of some different kind? Maybe, I am putting some beings on a pedestal. Because then I think, don't these creations take a shit? I mean, if they don't they'd be constipated. No? At least by definition? Then you put them on what? Laxatives?
Oh wait! Is it like they don't fart? I've heard that if someone says that he/she doesn't fart, either the person doesn't exist. That, or the person in question is a stinking liar! But no one has officially claimed that they don't poop or fart, or piss, or get pissed off. I have no Idea where the last two came from.
Hey wait! You know what? Amidst all this visual drama that your puny brain floats through, there's always this ding-dong-bell chap who comes along, and completely tramples the shit out of you. And all the while, when you're being trampled, all you wonder is.... What the hell is going on? On one end, your heart can't keep from fluttering at the amazing sight. On the other hand, you're getting your arse whooped for free, and goodness knows for what.
Can't things be a little simpler? Straight forward? Perhaps they are, and it's just my convoluted vision of the world that blinds me. That sounded like a bloody redundant sentence, the last one. There's another issue with asking for things to be simple. Your parents teach you lofty bollocks like "Never ask for stuff to be simple! You must be tough..... yackety yackety yack" and shit like that. And as a kid, you think, "Boy! Hardships! The way dad and mom talk of it, it must be fun! Some kind if ship that's been hardened or something!"
Hardened, my.... never mind.
I get a little exhausted of this gorgeous creation floating in my mind 28x9. See? I've even lost count of my days! No more dreams that I wish I could turn into reality. Actually, I want a lot more of these dreams that I could turn into reality, What a dichotomy! You want it with every ounce of your soul, then you shun it out of some misplaced ego. And the next time you want it, you want it a lot stronger than the last time you wanted it. Then again, you screw up with your words, and it all turns into one BIG pile of bullshit. Your words, your thoughts, intentions, all of it. How do you fix this?
I am no expert on the matter that I'm about to write about. But I know one thing for sure. You can't have these things grow on you. Because your desire, or lack of it for such a sight, is always a binary reaction. It is either I, or 0, right from the moment you set your eyes on whatever this magical form of creation is.
After my first encounter of this first kind, all I can remember is searching for my jaw, that had fallen into outer space on the other side of the planet, diametrically opposite to the point on which I stood. The only question in my head was... "Why the fuck do I find this woman so irresistable?". Right now, my only issue in life is that I can't find my lower jaw. So eating food is a bit of a challenge. But how do you create such a work of art from mud and sand? Or is the material on these masterpieces of some different kind? Maybe, I am putting some beings on a pedestal. Because then I think, don't these creations take a shit? I mean, if they don't they'd be constipated. No? At least by definition? Then you put them on what? Laxatives?
Oh wait! Is it like they don't fart? I've heard that if someone says that he/she doesn't fart, either the person doesn't exist. That, or the person in question is a stinking liar! But no one has officially claimed that they don't poop or fart, or piss, or get pissed off. I have no Idea where the last two came from.
Hey wait! You know what? Amidst all this visual drama that your puny brain floats through, there's always this ding-dong-bell chap who comes along, and completely tramples the shit out of you. And all the while, when you're being trampled, all you wonder is.... What the hell is going on? On one end, your heart can't keep from fluttering at the amazing sight. On the other hand, you're getting your arse whooped for free, and goodness knows for what.
Can't things be a little simpler? Straight forward? Perhaps they are, and it's just my convoluted vision of the world that blinds me. That sounded like a bloody redundant sentence, the last one. There's another issue with asking for things to be simple. Your parents teach you lofty bollocks like "Never ask for stuff to be simple! You must be tough..... yackety yackety yack" and shit like that. And as a kid, you think, "Boy! Hardships! The way dad and mom talk of it, it must be fun! Some kind if ship that's been hardened or something!"
Hardened, my.... never mind.
I get a little exhausted of this gorgeous creation floating in my mind 28x9. See? I've even lost count of my days! No more dreams that I wish I could turn into reality. Actually, I want a lot more of these dreams that I could turn into reality, What a dichotomy! You want it with every ounce of your soul, then you shun it out of some misplaced ego. And the next time you want it, you want it a lot stronger than the last time you wanted it. Then again, you screw up with your words, and it all turns into one BIG pile of bullshit. Your words, your thoughts, intentions, all of it. How do you fix this?
No comments:
Post a Comment