climate.

'..the beauty of life - the pain never lasts...'

i love how temporary pain is. the reality in which our worlds briefly exist, feels everlasting; and the exaggeration of it all portrays the surrealism of it's being. if you can see the bigger picture, you are capable of underlining the puzzle pieces. the biggest of features start off very subtle and expand into realistic portraits. it's all around us. everything is a heavy load of crap and we can't stand being happy. every waking moment is history in the making. that last hour, is now the past. the mistakes we made last night, should not be considered as early morning issues. why can't we forgive ourselves? why is it so difficult to forgive and love each other? the question is why? why is the love we once shared now lost and forgotten?

the cycle of suffering is endless.

half of you would love to restore shit back to it's original state, but thee other half totally disagrees and wants to forget it all. keep it pushing motherfucker. ego tripping in this motherfucker. looking back on things only delays the expansion process. what the hell does 'moving on' really mean? your mental compass is all tripped up, 'floating in and out of consciousness'.

simple.

i am indeed a really simple minded person. i am not as deep as the ocean floors, nor am i as high as the solar system. everything is really rather simple, depending on which angle you're observing from. teach yourself how to cook. it's as difficult as you're thinking it to be. take that time for yourself. trust me, i am not sure about anything. should we be allowed to ask questions that we can't even answer? what do you believe in? answers are still very skeptical and hesitant. nothing even matters. nothing truly exist. what's the point of anything? none. there is absolutely no point of anything. i've come to an understanding that if my shoe lace is untied, or my hair is unkempt...it really doesn't matter. everything is temporary. make yourself as comfortable as possible while you're here, for it may be lost in the wind any second.

understand.

in emptiness, lie's everything. every answer to every question. every dream, ever dreamed. every motion in every scene. silence is the highest of the high's. what is important? it is so easy to write something, re-read it and quickly scratch it out, with the same utensil you used to begin with. words are the origin of communication and we're all speaking different languages. communication can be so beautiful, even if we can only understand bits and pieces. it works both ways, and in all directions. there are so many things i still wish i could understand. especially the cycles that continuously repeat within my life-time. all answers come from within. the knowledge is there, but the principles are failingg at being applied. so the question is how can we really truly understand if things remain the same? it's all up to us. especially you and I.

am i a horrible person? because i feel like it.