Tuesday, May 26, 2020

A Place to travel... But how to return and integrate?

A place to throw your money away... To keep a memory within a plastic novelty...
I love it... $30 a drink, enforcing the experience a moment
And that's what life is... The line.
But it's sometimes like a ballon floating over a sea of spikes
Maybe its me getting older..
Simply put, I seem to feel more, but care about less
I tear up at feelings and movies become more real to me than 'life', as this 'life' have many embedded with no inspiration
So here I am in a karaoke bar alone, but with the biggest of grins
Inspired by those who are here to escape their life sat right next to those who are here to live theirs
Led by those paid to be bubbly
Paid to feel
Paid to make others feel...
Well, hey, I'd pay for attention if it didn't come with an emotional hangover
I'm sure many would and many do
Opening opportunities for the emotionally scarred to be emotionally warm
But back to me and my lack of patience

Transparency or trust?

These transparent folders represent transparency
The documents visible to read
But with transparency comes complexity
A complexity which takes time, effort and hardships to understand
Who has time to read documents written in the hand of others?
That would require the study of hand
If a hand that evolves...

Do I need to understand the engine to ride the car?
Is the purpose of the car to reach a destination or enjoy a journey?
If I read the manual will I understand or trust the car more... or now just be bored?

The closer you get to anything, the more chaotic you realise it is...
Until it is not. Until you become so close you are between the atoms...
Between space, where nothing exists
That’s where dance exists
That’s where instantaneous smile burst into existence
You don’t need understanding or even trust to be there
You just need the movement... I mean the moment... wait a minute I need to check the process, the manual, the movie, the past...

I think, therefore I am spread from the moment and merge with both the future and the past. But not in a cool sci-fi way, instead a boring, anxiety driven loop

- Sleeps