Time.

Sometimes I just want the time to stop,

Somewhere where it was happy and everything was okay.

I'm sentimental. And I wish we never died in that golden light

I wish the good would forever stay.

I cry. And to empty skies I pray...

That today wouldn't be the lasting day.

What is freedom?

Walking at the beach, we see the seagulls flying and we think - freedom. With the fresh, slightly salted sea air, we capture that sound as something freeing. Why is that it associates with freedom? Maybe it is about the flapping wings in the air and how they circle in movements that looks so free to us, because it's the plasticity of movements in the air and going to the right side and to the left side in the wind. And then you think - I'd like to be that seagull. But if you were a seagull, you would just rely on your instincts. You'd catch the fish, try not to get killed by other birds, people or humans and basically just rely on your survival instincts. Because you wouldn't be capable to see these things as a seagull that you see while you are human, your brain wouldn't be capable to see the aesthetic aspect of it - the complex beauty and give it that sensational association. For a seagull it's simple.

We, as humans, also can walk in circles on the Earth and go back and forth. So why is it the air that is "freeing"? We also have to survive, but our brains are more complex than that of seagulls, we can get killed, injured any day. There are constant power dynamics. So how is that a freedom?

Even pets - we own them on a leash. They get fed, walked, pet, basically taken care of basic needs, while they are not free - it is like a good cell. With food and care. That is not freedom.

So what is freedom that you mention, when we all rely on basic life mechanisms that affect our bodies which is time and force. Is it just a beautiful sentiment? Because nobody is free. The world is a power structure nobody alive can escape. It is biological, intellectual and spiritual.

And so we watch these birds fly again, flapping their wings, breathing in the fresh, salty air into our lungs, breathing in that sensation of association of a beautiful, fake sentiment - freedom.

We as humans, create these beautiful sentiments that give us a feeling, a fresh breath of life to illustrate, to give it a meaning, even if it is, in reality, non-existant.

Dry.

In my head space

In my bubble.

Where the world doesn't

See the trouble.

Breathing my skin,

Tears vanished, thoughts deep right in,

I'm clueless, but I just take each thought

And pin and pin.

I am all flowers,

With water off, dried,

I swam like a fish in the water of words

But the water bulb lied.

We are and we have never been.

Why is that we even care about a category such as husband? Wife?
What is all of the whirlwind of life?
Where do we go and what do we see,
If all we have ever been and have never - is free.
The freedom doesn't exist,
You're here, I'm here,
We are on the list
Of life.
But all turn to dust,
Our souls reborn into new
But old rust.
We are humans guided by pain, by violence, by lust.

That's the conclusion.

I'm hanging like a
Being.
Experiencing, feeling,
Seeing.
I'm hanging like a
Being.
On a thread that's thin and
Freeing.
Freedom, the beauty, illusion,
The lies and the truth,
Life is a fusion.
We're fucked up humans,
The end.
That's the conclusion.

I'm cursed.

How did I get here,
To this part where I'm drunk,
Listening to music,
While waiting to your voice's sound.
All I think about is you.
It's like a fucking curse I'm going through
And I have no clue of what I should do.
Why am I so lost at once.
Why I think of you.
What's the matter with my head,
When all I dream is you.
And heart burns,
Heart, I place in water. Blue.
I sink in,
And so do you.
Thunder I've always loved.
Do I fucking love?
I love you.

Will this hit you?
Yes, it will.
It won't make matters better,
No feelings have been neither, will they be left still.
No waves have silence.
No love has calm.
I wish for fire,
I wish to touch and kiss your palm.
Fuck me, I confess
With the faithful psalm.

[Please:come with:stay]

I wash my thoughts,
I wash my tears,
I wash away 
And wash my fears.
I bring it down,
Just as myself,
I wash to dawn,
It disappears.


For you I wash,
I wash my gears.
Clean system.
No smiles. No tears.
As my empathy and love,
Just into dawn it disappears.
I'll be the best,
I'll wash it all away,
And you will, you will
[Please:come with:stay].

The Surface.

Maybe we like the skyscrapers, because they reflect. They are like mirrors of the sky and surroundings. The materialistic things that are created to make us work and forget about the surroundings, yet reflecting them and reminding about the natural beauty around us. It always leads to what is natural and beautiful. To the blue sky in the daylight and the evening red colours covering the skyline. It's never the same thing, but it makes us feel the inner connection to nature.

The sky is fascinating. What if people travel to be there for at least some time, up in the sky and to have the feel that all of their problems are on the surface, left on the Earth? It's an interesting concept, yet a wrong one. There are too many of the interconnections for us to be left out of things we encounter on the surface, because wherever we are, we are on it. We are on the surface.

The Surface itself is the whole. It is the earth, the air, the sky, the water, everything else surrounding. The Nature. The Space. It is our surface. And we doubtfully ever leave it. Our souls, the thing within us, it never leaves "The Surface". We are spiraling in it, depending on our deeds in one life or another. Even if in our thoughts we are gone somewhere, it never changes the factual part. It doesn't matter that we don't believe in existance of "The Surface", because it is of higher state than anything. It is the Cosmic idea. The interconnective space, the informational web, as complicated as we could and could not even imagine. And nevermind if someone doesn't believe it. The Surface "doesn't care about you believing it or not". It is out there and it has its stuff and it functions. Functions as something least understandable to materialistic human mind. Functions and people get the parts of the whole idea. The details.

When human mind catches the ideas of "The Surface", it is the progressive state of spirituality. The spirituality is the inner state of human being. Depending on who has more of it and who - less, percentually. And the idea of it is spread all around in religions, in sacred writings there always is that part, where "soul rises in the spiral up". That's the spiritual growth. And each one, who encounters it, becomes more healthy. Because the inner part is interconnected with the outer part. The inner state with outer state. It is always interconnected. And the beings cannot deny the spiritual part, in order to grow, there have to be all the parts functioning.