Step.in.the South

YOLO. Disneyland. Raves. Attached to vintage and snapbacks. High-waisted jeans and retro sunglasses. Tribal prints and accessories. Things that belong to a different generation. Songs about lounging around and doing absolutely nothing. So what we get drunk, so what we smoke weed. We’re just havin’ fun. We don’t care who sees. So what we go out. That’s how it’s supposed to be, livin’ young and wild and free.

Some of the things we’re doing might be wrong. And we know it. But we don’t care.

Food and cats are put on a higher pedestal than it ever has been in the past. Scooters. Pokemon. All of these things are great and all. But are we stuck with our youth and just afraid of the truth? What is truly going on in today’s society? What will we be remembered for? Besides technology. And memes (awesome). Paint a fucking picture. Draw something. Create something. Do we realize the cult undertones in the art that is presented to us? Create something fucking different.

Just sayin’.

Everyday, I fight my own battles. But sometimes I forget that I have my parents’ battles to fight too. They seem to not mind the suffering. So it becomes my duty to take care of them.

Patience and Progress. Perseverance. Pick the periods of when you want to work and when you want to rest. Prevent yourself from putting in too much energy all at once. Proportionate. Probability. Hold off if it is probable that things probably won’t fall into place. Proceed to properly perform your tasks in the most practical and passionate ways. Prosper with punctuality and have a peaceful day.

Take breaks. Don’t wait. Do something. Take your time. Look before you leap. Take it one step at a time. If it doesn’t feel right, you don’t have to go. Always remember that one day you will know. Open up your mind. Let your feelings be free. Express your thoughts and emotions. You never know who you’ll meet. Plentiful destinations, many imaginations. Adventure awaits you. Just you watch and see. One day it’ll creep up on you; you might be afraid, shocked, or overwhelmed. Just know that where you are; things will be safe and sound. Everything is meant to be, whether for a long time or temporary. Learn and grow. You will know. You will know.

Was inspired by Dr. Seuss’ Oh, the Places You’ll Go to write this I suppose. Haha.

Soft spirits have awaken me. Delicate sounds of high frequencies tortured me, at first. But they’ve split the atoms and expanded, creating a wonderful balance of tonality. Melodic and transparent; they surround me. French horns that whisper, tambourines that jingle in the depths; my spirit is sane; my soul is the same. Gently and gradually crossing the bridges of revelation, happiness consumes me. Swallowing me whole, in its fullness, I am new again.

The crunch of an apple, snap. Crunch, munch, munch, crunch, munch, munch, snack.

I always thought that Winter was for lovers. ‘Cause Winter sees the bodies’ warmth so warm. Underneath my clothes your hands are freezin’. But I don’t say a word. But maybe it’s the Spring that is for lovers. ‘Cause that is when the world comes out in bloom. In the light of all the lengthening days; that still end too soon. But now I’m thinkin’ Summer is for lovers. That’s when I’ll slowly find the time to leave. Lay out in a field and watch our love growin’, and swayin’ in the breeze. But could it be the Fall; it is for lovers. ‘Cause that is when the leaves get tired of being, green and then they turn into colors, that are very rarely seen.

-Said The Whale

I am not lost, nor am I alone. I am merely distant from the things I used to know. The people and the places all seem so different to me. As much as I try to grasp them, the more I can’t breathe. I’m not quite there yet, exhausted and weak to my knees. Faintly falling as my mind spirals downward into spacious spaceless open dreams.

As I rest my eyes, the words won’t stop to transcribe, sentences in my brain that can be lost in a second. I fear; I worry that my mind will keep going, and it will be too late to remember anything. Pulling out my phone, I quickly login to transcribe, these thoughts I didn’t think would ever survive.

Sometimes I wish my feelings weren’t so true. Because now I realize there is nothing I can do. Time is bittersweet and the distance makes it tough. With friends and family by my side, dreams and aspirations are the only things keeping me sane and alive. The longer I wait; the more I fall, slowly, drifting deeper and deeper into something so mysterious I can’t even define, what this is, or how it will be like. There are gifted treasures in disguise of this blank slate, hardened, thickened, solid with so much depth. When I meditate or reflect, upon my thoughts, I’m never fully satisfied anymore. Because of this gaping hole, that started off as a speck. Which over time, grew larger and larger, now becoming the outline of my whole life, wrapped and encapsulated, soon to intertwine. And weave into beautiful patterns and shapes the universe has yet to see. But these are merely my dreams; help make them come true with me.

If you are not following the spiritual path, then what path are you following? Is there more than one path that exists? What are those paths called? Or if it’s not a spiritual path, then does that mean there is no path? What are you doing here? What am I doing here? What is everyone else doing here? We need, to understand.