Surai
born on a sinking ship
- Mar 26, 2024
- 345
There is nothing that is worth forever. When I am no longer here. I'll die a grasping death. Grasping at whatever I can to understand it at all. I don't understand it at all. I just don't understand any of it at all. I've hit a wall, that seems many have already hit. And many more. I just don't I just don't accept it, I just don't accept it at all. If only we were what we had dreamed and more. Do you see yourself as the animal. Making its way through the night, trying to survive? When all the carnage happens quietly and loud. And chaos is controlled and messy. Our heightened senses, allowing us to be aware enough. Just enough. Where the mind seems to forget of all the imagination and we are only the raw raging animals. What we really are tends to show itself when it comes to survival. This hidden clad iron mallet. This sneering force under and in us. Controlling the chaos of our decisions. We are a slave to this world. We are always in a jungle. A field. Between rocks that could crush us at any moment. And yet we would scrape our fingers off just to get out. Just to survive. Nature is a sneering carnal raw reality. I want you to take a look at the actions and behaviours of animals. And tell me if you see one difference except the noises that come out of our mouths. We shouldn't have been able to speak our minds. Because the minds of animals torture me. I truly hope. That it isn't too painful. Even though it would be over before before I wouldn't be able to remember.