What will linger long after this virus has been forgotten is the true face of some so called ”humans’.
Someone from school
In a position of authority
Friendly banter was had
Then a hotel room
More familiar faces from the past
A distraction appears
Suddenly to vanish as if never there
Rot & maggots fall from the wall
All gone with no trace
I wonder what this one means.
A lot of people search for the meaning of their life,
Perhaps instead we’d do better to try to find the meaning that will come from our death?
There is a deep distrust for ones fellow man these days.
It’s quite tiring and only seems to be getting worse.
A deep unsettling feeling that at any moment the knife ill be slide between the rips and twisted.
In truth, I’d prefer a real knife or this self created mental one.
Who we are isn’t really of our own choice, not really
People tend to leave their mark & influence without knowing
Living vicariously through us, not deliberately though
Yet secretly we all want to be someone else
Chances are it’s quite obvious from the writing, well, drivel I though up that there is a lot of mental instability.
Constantly dragged down by endless overthinking and plagued by all possible negative outcomes of such thoughts has become very tiring.
Some will ask about why such thinking happens, and the only answer is this; because people (and the world) is a horrible place, filled with nothing except greed, envy and hate. Especially when people don’t get their own way.
I’ve begun to wonder that perhaps these thoughts push situations to their worst possible conclusion, like the old saying goes – man meets his destiny on the path he takes to avoid it.
How often are we the arbiters of our own misfortune, I really do wonder.
Why is it water surrounds this scene
All the while no one struggles to breath
Do you ever have those days where at the edge
Where you do something stupid willingly
Just to feel, anything
Last night I dream of a distant family member.
His name, his families nor anyone remotely linked to them has been uttered by me in over a decade.
So this dream was strange in so much as he was there, with his new family & new wife.
They all got revealed in this dream, down to the last detail.
Today as if by comic coincidence, they all come up as suggested friends on social medias dominant force.
Beyond weird, yet if social media can predict such things based on words types, videos you may have liked & shared then that is impressive.
Or they can see your dreams somehow, which would also be impressive.
What a world we live in, right?
That didn’t feel like a dream.
It was more like a communication with someone else’s spirit from a time that is long gone yet still to play out.
The sort of thing that would cause them to stop at that exact moment in a wondering state of déjà vu, it was too real to be simply a dream.
Among all that was said, that lingering will was still aware of what was yet still to be in their reality and through it all a warning was given with precise dates to them in the hope it’d perhaps avoid what was to come.
A clawing attempt at redemption or something else.
So much honesty, words uttered that should have caused a wrenching pull in my chest instead felt serene.
Our dreams are very odd things indeed, yet when the light of day stirs and we come out them we can only accept what is, life is quite good at reminding us of that truth.
I’d be lying to say that most days I’d happily close my eyes to not have them open again.
Yet they will, day after day, until it’s all over.