Closure | Boys II
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Astraea:
My dear Beings of Humanity,
With all of my love,
With all the sympathy I have bared for you,
The unfair plight you’ve been set on,
I greet you with a big, tremendous-
Lilith:
Fuck you. …
Never ever write anything to anyone. Write it for you. Spell out yourself. The truth, not the explanation.
I am disappointed, and I am frustrated. I am not brokenhearted. I am saved by my own inability to feel reality.
The same cycle, the same method, the same lesson, but this time I was incapable of falling in love, no matter how hard I forced myself. Cause I would forget. I’m in oblivion. I am not in any reality.
I can’t concentrate on anything said or done. I can’t relate it later. I am unavailable.
I am frustrated. For the first time I got to talk to you #presence, disconnected from reality and the person you are channelling through. I told you how angry and alone I feel and that I deserve a clearer instruction by now. I told you what I though was going on, what this life as a matrix is to me, and how I only want to exit the game. No answer. Just a pre-recorded message that comes through from time to time through different souls.
I wrote a song. I felt it. As much as I could, I did. Did you hear me.…
In this world I hear a whisper..
damn you, fool, it should mean nothing.
I was fast asleep and numb and fine and safe in the dark,
and then you.
And you. you think you are a god.
you think you are a thing. you think you are everything I dream of.
you think I’m me. you think I’m you.
you think i need you in my soul but it’s true.
And I hate you, because you are asleep.
and I have woken up.
and it feels so unfair.
so alone. so alone.
so alone
so alone
so alone
so alone with my fucken self
so unfair…
you think this is a message for you? you think my life is for your reading? to take whatever you understand? you think you care? do you even see me? do you even understand ME? i can’t take this! fuck this! no nothing is happening and nothing is going on! and it is all fucken DRAMA.
this is my life! this is my heart! this is my soul, my mind my life. I don’t want to feel this way, i was fine by myself. I never wanted to dream of you every damn time i fall asleep. I dont want to know how disconnected you are from me. I dont want any of this. its too late now. too late. too late too late too late too late cause i feel i feel i am feeling i am feeling and what i feel is how far i am from what i want. i want this and this is SHIT
how dare you…
It is pronounced, that civilized man appeared 6000 years ago. And even though archaeologists since the 19th century have been finding evidence of bones and manmade artifacts that are many thousands and millions of years old, the official statement never changes. Mankind’s ancient origins are now being traced to 5 million, 20 million, even 200 million years ago, before the age of the great dinosaurs.
When technology and artifacts older than 6000 years are dug up, they are shoved in an unclaimed box called “Out of Place” artifacts (OOP). Scientists and thinkers do not worry about this box. The items are not compatible or complementary to the contemporary standards, hence; dismissable. This occurs in other research fields, in physics, astronomy, psychology. Nobody wants to rewrite history or upgrade science.
The world runs on plugins and updates instead of major reworks and upgrades.
If there is anything that frustrates me in this reality, it is this. It makes me so angry, I cry like a fool.…
today i feel like being hopeful.
i think one mean demon left my head yesterday.…
“Metaphors have a way of holding the most truth in the least space.” — Orson Scott Card
It is because of your clever metaphors that the truth got lost, misinterpreted, mutilated, synthesized, sanitized, satanized or made godly!
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suffering the pointlessness to amuse the god of boredom…
what if i believed what i understand
what if i press exit game
will i be in a different place
what if i press the button anyway…
i watch humanity suffer of absurdity from high above
only to realize i am not safe up here
my
feet are in the mud,
forced to play a game i do not want
leave me be
the absurdity and waste is yours
not mine
it’s not fair,
i don’t want to play
i am in this world, but i do not wish to be of it
there are no things
there are events…
fucken idiot //you give me hatred
“…the greatest thing you’ll ever learn.. is just to love.”
you’ll never be loved in return..
stop using your dreams against yourself!
for how long? ha? for how long bitch?…