Он смотрел на меня из своего мира.
Реальность не может выдержать тяжесть такого взгляда.
Разум не может этого понять.
— Джими?
— Да, я стёр «Нирвану». Теперь можешь ни с кем не играть.
— А я уже засомневался в тебе.
— Я же обещал тебе.
— Постой… Когда ты удалишь меня, я превращусь… во что?
— В снежинку, кружащуюся за окном.
— Это не так плохо… Джими, значит, мы победили?
— Мы победили.
— Стирай всё. Давай же…
Faith, philosophy, belief, "the main idea"...what is it all for?
At times when I wake in the morning my brain (being the super-computer that it is) races to things normally not thought of (unless you'd been up all night trippin and talking to various like minded individuals, surrounded in a haze of understanding and revelations that tend to seem on the bit of thee outlandish...yet stick with your subconscious for a major part of the next few years) and probably for the most part wont be thinking of again, especially within the near future.
On this morning in this time of my life my mind decided to wander out into the void of space, the masses which in habit it, and the people that all seem to collect on an individual mass (namely ourselves). I know in the past we started out either on a philosophical point, as well as a deeply religious one. Yet I see no reason or understanding, even proof that they both are right let alone newer understandings and the almighty "idea". We as a culture of masses have many of these and in each either show us the same teachings yet under a different assumed name and thought process...or those that defy all possibility and say, NAY it's within our own construct and those whom can not see that are people in habited by the wayward lead and be lead mentality...(Hey not that I agree with any of this, it's just what I found to be told or said...I leave it up to your own devices to continue with this thought process, or turn away in offence, due to the mad ramblings yet again)...
People, that is when the world was a much larger place; people had to look out for their own (not meaning just in the family, but stretching even farther, their own towns, villages, what have you) they ate together, wept together, help each other through each day in each all be it crisis or happiness that was put forth them. And here they were on this same mass, floating or folding (however you want to deem it) high with this construct of universe in all reality. Each one caring for the other as if all really mattered...and yet knowing that there were some that wanted more, needed more, wanted to appear better or had MORE...this to me, (is it natural? or a primal way to be?) this, all be it a now average way to think, is when we as a group drifted on to a mental state of god...(now don't mistake what I'm saying here, I'm probably not even wording it properly...but here is where the god complex to me took over, yet again maybe as I blatantly exclaimed above, maybe it was always there, we as a group suppressed it.)
Красиво говорить о любви может тот, в ком эта любовь ушла в воспоминания, убедительно говорить о любви может тот, в ком она всколыхнула чувственность, и что вовсе молчать о любви должен тот, кому она поразила сердце.
That's the question for the fuckin last decade...I'm looking back on all the things I thought, believed, held as gospel, held as propaganda, hated, loved, understood, misunderstood...and I have to tell you, with age comes responsibility, with responsibility comes wisdom (or degradation) I have seen too many things to discount anything...I have been far to open then I should have been (especially when and if they could hurt me). Seeing things more clearly than ever as of late, and proud that it came later rather than sooner (I don't believe in regret).
All's fair within the boundaries of love and war, even when it's amongst you. If you want to change, need to change, or just want to see clearer...YOU have to do it...for everyone else just wants you to see through their own eyes...blinded by self and seeing through someone else is not the way to incorporate the world around you...
Did I ever mention I love green?
Она сказала "Пока", он долго смотрел ей вслед
Для нее прошла ночь, для него три тысячи лет
За это время десяток империй расцвел и рухнул во мрак
Но некоторые женятся, а некоторые так...
Hold my hand
I need you now
Slow me down
I don't know how
Are you living the feeling?
The highs, are they worth seeking?
Nothing like believing
Are your drugs healing?
Are you really living?
Or do you seek loving?
Are you happy being?
Or do you search for meaning?
Are you ever asking?
Questions, they need answering
You're not really hearing
You really need releasing
A million pieces broken
A million secrets unspoken
Secrets everywhere
Secrets everywhere
Secrets everywhere
Secrets everywhere
She took my hand and I let her go
She broke her little bones
On the boulders below,
Took my hand and she ended it all,
Broke her little bones on the boulders below,
And while she fell, I smiled