Complete Me
Drums and sunshine enlightening your soul through the intrinsic charm which nurtures the craving in a melancholic manner known to you, just you. This whole concept of conundrum and abstract fantasy slithering inside that mind, as Cartesian's propound the theory of mind and matter so shall I reiterate this conscious yet fumble thoughts of irregularities and the twist of love and misery. Art of any manner or of any proportion requires you to take up the naked materials or thoughts floating around your ambiance and requires you to intercept and conglomerate them into something substantial, that holds mass, a sense of achievement which provides finality to your heart. Currently this mind of ours revolves around so many ideas, ideas which have the possibility of outshining the existence of our universe.
This ideological warfare struggling and mutilating each others presence for survival and clashing to create so many thoughts, images and feelings all felt at once yet void in the end. We all are slaves to the capitalist trends and ever transcending technology and there will always remain a futile arrangements of thoughts being triggered at irregular intervals creating a situation of catastrophe. Mind and thoughts written and elucidated every second hold no strength but after its completion it holds the power of finality in the essence of being complete and producing a work which can possibly create conflicts but a piece can have several interpretations and decipherements which suits various personas accordingly. All of us are labelled as humans with the power of conscious thinking but the dilemma is do we really think or how intensive is this consciousness? In the past few weeks, I've been losing sleep and this mind gambles with various ideas which radiate an ineffable fury which wants to sicken and hurt my physical reality but it fails to realize that I'm beyond labels and the conscious thinking of eloquence. I might be a human like everyone else, I'm average and living but I choose to struggle for what I believe in, The absolute finality which needs to be felt and worked upon. This sensation of searching and living for the universe and breathing the fumes of ever occurring introspection. Let us all live a life where we fulfill that quench of uncertainty and overcome our fears.
Judge me when I die or don't.
This ideological warfare struggling and mutilating each others presence for survival and clashing to create so many thoughts, images and feelings all felt at once yet void in the end. We all are slaves to the capitalist trends and ever transcending technology and there will always remain a futile arrangements of thoughts being triggered at irregular intervals creating a situation of catastrophe. Mind and thoughts written and elucidated every second hold no strength but after its completion it holds the power of finality in the essence of being complete and producing a work which can possibly create conflicts but a piece can have several interpretations and decipherements which suits various personas accordingly. All of us are labelled as humans with the power of conscious thinking but the dilemma is do we really think or how intensive is this consciousness? In the past few weeks, I've been losing sleep and this mind gambles with various ideas which radiate an ineffable fury which wants to sicken and hurt my physical reality but it fails to realize that I'm beyond labels and the conscious thinking of eloquence. I might be a human like everyone else, I'm average and living but I choose to struggle for what I believe in, The absolute finality which needs to be felt and worked upon. This sensation of searching and living for the universe and breathing the fumes of ever occurring introspection. Let us all live a life where we fulfill that quench of uncertainty and overcome our fears.
Judge me when I die or don't.
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