My Silly Rant.

All the little emptiness of unspoken words just loiters through the capacity of my room, my world, whatever this imaginable ‘intricate’ is called. I hate the eerie, painstaking noise drumming in my ears with incessant contempt, so I close my door and let the world fall over me. With arms wide open.

The air holds my breath and breath carries words and all the little thoughts of the day and its reckonings; thinking things through and weighting its delicate weight on the palm of my hand, closing things over so I can go to sleep.

Outside is like a picture; the trees dance about the lilac skies and arch over the strong fences. It’s a silhouette in a mirror found in reels and reels of film only in skies and skies of the past; still hoarse and wavering like the surging river’s course.
At night its dark so company is nice, where I’m not so much alone as my dark walls. I pin pictures up and posters along my bedpost to paint my world with the things I love. My little dream-catcher works sometimes; glinting and swelling over me like the thick lavender air (it’ supposed to help you sleep).

Life sometimes makes me laugh, though in a detestable way, but it still humours me to some degree. It only makes me laugh because it’s stupid; the hateful things people say to each other, the injustice, just the pure recklessness of some poor soul who runs themselves over in their own dim-witted rants; the world is spoilt; though this is my rant. I allow it to myself.
Promises made are promises broken and sometimes it’s hard to look back. The embers of the past fires don’t glow, it doesn’t bid itself to, it accepts the reckonings and all the emptiness. But I don’t, and I cannot. I want to dream and sleep free. Like a bird to air. Like waves to wind.
I might open that little door of mine, but for now I will weigh my thoughts entirely. Before the end of the world.

start of an unfinished story

I don't know exactly how it all began, so it puts me in deadened position to clarify the matters of which I've been exposed to, so I'm not truly aware of them myself. I never got used to my life before it altered so readily, everything moved too fast, people moved in an act of aggression to get to and through, the lights were always too bright, and there was always some old bad news accumulating. But i never anticipated for this. I'd take back my Oh So Simple life, although before i found it hard to endure, but it had to be better than this.

Film- Candy

About Candy:

"Candy, a beautiful young painter, is in the first throes of love with Dan, a Some-time poet.Their love intoxicates, like paradise, like Eden: they care only for its increase, for the abandonment to pleasure. In Heroin they find the limitlessness they are seeking. Their future together is invincible and Candy believes that they will be together forever. But as their heroin habits gets the better of them and their money dwindles, the dark side of addition changes everything"

An extract fom Candy's poem:

Once upon a time, there was Candy and Dan.

Things were very hot that year.

All the wax was melting in the trees.

He would climb balconies, climb everywhere, do anything for

her, oh Danny boy.

Thousands of birds, the tiniest of birds, adorned her hair.

Everything was gold.

He was handsome and a very good criminal.

We lived on sunlight and chocolate bars.

It was the afternoon of extravagant delight.

We are a proper family now with cats and chickens and

runner beans.

Everywhere i looked

Sometimes i hate you.

Friday- i didnt mean that, mother of the blueness.

Angel of the storm.

You pointed at the sky, that one called sirius or dog star, but

on here on earth.

Fly away sun.

Ha ha fucking ha you are so funny Dan.

I broke your head on the back of the bed but the baby he died

in the morning.

I gave him a name.

His name was thomas.

Poor little god.

His heart beats like a voodoo drum.

Selfless

Jimi Hendrix once said: "I used to live in a room full of mirrors; all i could see was me. I take my Spirit and I crash my mirrors, now the whole world is here for me to see"

Being self indulgent limits and blinds your heart, its a nasty concoction of vanity and jealousy which is why I find fondness in this quote; He sees that it was up to him to break the reflection of just himself to survey the world around him and to set his spirit free.

Michael Jackson also suggested a change in reflection in his song man in the mirror: "I'm starting with the man in the mirror, I'm asking him to change his ways, no message could have been any clearer, it you wanna make the world a better place take a look at yourself and make that change"

"Our remedies oft in ourselves to lie, which we ascribe to heaven"- William Shakespeare

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