Someone told me, “The female form is complicated”. And I thought, “Really?”

To me, the female form comprises of the simplest of shapes. 

It is easy to immerse one’s self in the beauty of those forms.

To be entranced by the sheer absence of complication.

It is the artlessness, that makes it sophisticated. And that is why I love it. 

The same way a straight line is able to extend endlessly, without looking awkward.

The same way the triangle can become one of the most important shapes in architecture…

dispositions.

misalignments.

what is, and what’s not.

what defines our life, and what disproves it.

a conversation is none. none is conversation.

how do we ever know we are on the right track, besides deluding ourselves, besides being in constant denial of reality?

Now, I don’t know what has been going on and off lately. I’ve detached myself from everyone. I just want to stay away. For this moment. And be alone. To find. No. Search. To bring forward. To make it real.

Uncertainty plagues me still. Why. Why not? Where? There. Words, devoid of actions, cannot direct.

Was eating at Popeye’s alone today and suddenly,
Thought: “Who is having the other parts, of this particular chicken?”
And its this random thought that shook me.
Are we actually always connected to someone, be it a stranger or not, in some way?
A sort of invisible connection. 
A mutually unconscious agreement, to share the cost between a whole chicken (in flavor of the situation. Not excluding many other possible occurrences below the level of sensory perception.)
I whiled my time eating giving the company of purposive glances to other patrons,
trying to give a definitive answer to my own rhetoric. 

What lasts, what preserves,
When consumed
Eats us in from inside.
And the purest forms,
And always the fleeting ones.

Why is that so…

A simple example.
Fruits, the sweets of nature.
Proved beneficial to our well-beings.
Yet it cannot last long.

Sweets, the fruit of humans’ make.
Well, you can figure it out now can’t you?

“A lot of people would love your position.”
Well, yeah.
There’s way more people in a more disadvantageous spot.
And they want it.
But people always want things they don’t seem to understand about.
“I want to be loved.”
Do you know what you’re asking for?
Aren’t you just saying for the sake of saying?
Just to feel as if your life has meaning.
“Oh I need this. And that. Or maybe…”
And then?
“I want money”
So if you have it, what do you intend to do with it?
I don’t deny I don’t think these things.
But unlike most people, I don’t stop there.
I ask more.
“So if I have it, what shall I do with it? What is its purpose?”
I don’t want to be selfish.
I don’t want to be pretentious.
I want to avoid the gazes of lustful glares.
Why?
Because I don’t want people to feel bad about themselves.
Yes, I have this and that.
Doesn’t mean you have to follow suit.
Yes, you have this and that.
Doesn’t mean I have to follow suit.
This is MY direction.
That is yours.
But some deviate.
They need to find theirs’.
I don’t want you to blindly follow me
It’s not a responsibility I can bear.
So why not you start thinking on your own.
What your path in life is.
And not follow an arced trail just because the yellow brick road you were walking on suddenly went past a pretty garden with butterflies fluttering about and you just can’t help but to frolic amongst the dandy.
Well maybe its fine for a moment, but not as long as it lasts.
The world needs less needless wants.

I feel incredibly
inside.
Like
When literally woven in,
there’s really

There’s to fill.

Make a wish.

Is the problem.

at all.

Let it all,
Just want everything to

Cathartic slivers of age,
Cynical purges from outsiders.

Gain what, does one from this?

I’m freed from the gallows!
I’ve served my due.

What now?

“Memories recounted, tormented
As if there’s still a part of me,
in that twisted shell.”

I realise not, how terrifying I have become to my loved ones.

A seamless waterfall.
And Deep, lined gorge
A flawless erosion
Of fault lines’ forge. 

Whatever it is,
is whatever its not.

Behold.

if you’re not unhappy, don’t try to be.
because there are people like me
people like me who will want to steal
who will want to steal your happiness
the moment you let it go

I want to be happy.
whatever it takes,
even if it would mean that many would be killed

if you’re not unhappy, don’t try to be
because I know you’re happy
you’re happy unlike me