Absolute You

Walk Forward, Oh no wait go back, Just a bit more.....It's not satisfactory *Sigh*

Life, Life, Life, Life

Reality will make us profane and prove to us that what we believe in has to be complied with, I look like a bear and would like to be one too but then reality kicks me and I see myself as a man with shiny nose and curls jeopardized with judgments and associations. 

I don't feel myself anymore, I feel like swimming in the ocean which is never void and full of jazz blue playing and arousing the hair on my body but wait there is no ocean, it's empty and rust dust goes inside my mouth making me feel like a dead fish. I have succumbed to misery and happiness, I love the concept of death but how familiar am I with the concept of dying? It seems like an art to me...So brilliant with subtle smell. 

White corpse with fading blood and blue highlights like a vague bladder. Oh please stop yourself and behave appropriately, why do you act so profoundly weird, Oh but wait weird is beautiful and in a way it seems like an accepting phenomena almost like an ideology, a religion never understood by Man.

I observe my glorious existence in front of the mirror, I take a spherical ball and throw it towards the reflection but it hits me in the eye, It hurts a lot but the concept defies truth, Inherently that was required, To hurt oneself physically not reflectively. The conclusion was achieved thus reality was shattered through self inflicted pain. 

Reality is us, we are here. We cannot alter the state however we can proceed with the projection of molding. Do you feel malleable and almost repugnant, then do the blasphemy, create a sub reality in this reality, Proceed the life through your comprehensions, that way you become the victor. No one get's hurt, reality stays calm while inhabitants grow pensive and you, you my love become true. The absolute you.