Consistancy kills like the tar that coats a smokers lungs.
Held down, bottled up, polluted.
We are suffocating;
Gasping for air as we slave to money, an image, and acceptance.
We play a victim to this evil thing we call society, claiming we have been kidnapped and held hostage.
We feed on the pity from people who are just as blinded as we are.
We fail to see the beauty in front of us due to the blindfold thats tied around our eyes.
The blindfold we tied ever so tightly around ourselves.
We are dizzy, losing circulation, failing to stand tall.
We fail to understand that the only thing that can free us is the realization that we have put it upon ourselves.
We face the consistency of an everyday dreary.
We slowly let our minds crash as we go to work, come home, and do it all again when we wake.
We see the world through broken glass and our hearts burn for something we have scraped from our existence;
To feel like a child again.
To savor the flavor of our favorite candy.
To laugh at nothing, speak nonsense, and run wildly with the freedom of our imagination.
To smile cluelessly.
To fall and get back up again without hesitation.
To fearlessly do what we want without stopping to think about the consequences.
We believed everything we were told and it didn't matter if it was a lie or not because we loved the world,
And we were in love with being alive.
As we grow older, we carry guns, and hold them to our own heads.
We are oblivious to our own suicide as we search with minds too serious,
To feel something.
To love.
To love so hard, it's childish.
To savor a kiss.
To laugh so carelessly, it frees our body and mind.
To speak without thinking, and to run with it without thinking twice.
To be happy,
oblivious to all the hatred and negativity that pollutes the world around us.
The pollution that is so contageous and so easy to drown in.
To act without hesitation or fear because the beauty of the moment is so overpowering it's impossible to not give in to it.
It's our weakness, which has become our strength.
Our pide, our joy, our home.
To notice every little thing.
Every line, every curve, every mark, every scar.
That sense of stillness that makes the world content,
The simplicity of hearing somebody else breath.
The touch of their skin that magnifies you.
The way someones eyes flutter softly,
leaving you to wonder what is behind that irrisistable mind.
Having millions of questions,
and never getting tired of hearing their answers because your constant curiosity leaves you always wanting more.
It saves you.
A re-birth. A new beginning. A new world with endless possibilities.
We awake in a delicate world.
Where those who cry fail to see how blessed they are to live, laugh, and love in such a beautiful world.
Because, life.
It's too short to admire beauty from afar.
To admire beauty from the ledge of a window...is it really living?
To love, cry, fear, laugh, and miss viciously through this fantasy before our eyes is enough to free us.
To burn, fly, drown, float, stand still, and race at the speed of light all at the same time.
To let love and life kill us, and to wallow in the freedom of this magical world.
It's a blessing.
Because this world lacks people who feel the rain as it pours.