Abstract Thoughts

If time was all a lie and the truth of my reality a fallacy, it’s no excuse for me to believe in my originality still.

-shua-

What is consciousness but a contamination that festers in a neuronal fruit, an extension of a corporeal tree germinated from a seed of an undefined reality.

-shane-

Oh, indeed, a forbidden personality sown into an unreal earth of assumption but never dies to the force of illusion.

-shua-

Great is the weight in your hands, of the keys to a person’s own little twisted world with pathological quirks bound by four walls, as the rest vie for a glimpse through the keyhole.

-shane-

An empty hand stretched out for a door to a mist of absolute endless oblivion even when steps of efforts wish to be heard.

-shua-

Winter is too cruel. Do bring in to my life, this vista of the tangerine sun setting beyond my strawberry curtains, every single day.

-shane-

Yet, the snow on the leafless tree is the beauty beyond the optical channels of your heart, an answer to the prayers of a bored camera.

-shua-

Unfortunate are the ones who have poison shoved down their throats yet are limbless to resist, and how they get soaked in it brutally till they become the poison themselves.

-shane-

Yet, what a pity to be the victim of the poison that makes you the human that might be but was not and should never.

-shua-

My feet communed with earth and my mind praised the wisdom of life without foreknowing the pain in an innocent adventure that was all a truthful falsehood of what was hoped for.

-shua-

A life carved by hopes, where your footfall echoes within the hearts of the worthy and your faculties reserved for the sake of the needy, is the only true adventure you would need.

-shane-

Destination: Love. Directions yelled by my unhinged heart, the worst ever navigator. Do we turn here? Or is it way up ahead? Or maybe, did we pass it already?

-shane-