Ride with me
Nothing comes to my mind. No clear idea. Dull and blurry is buried in the subconscious rage, probably straight out in a strange world. A world that is so far and yet our parallel. An anti-world?
Can you imagine that his life held the other way around? How this would be reversed? If it were from the same world and would only refer to humans. Would be the dumb smart? Pretty people ugly? Would people care to keep the long-standing relationships in this world are singles at once? Can it be that these worlds are mutually dependent? Or they do not exist at all? Imagine that everything would be complementary to a large whole in the end and pick up each other. Death as a merging of these parallel worlds. Each I would ultimately have seen it all, only just aware of their own world and in the other subconsciously. Is it worth the time to think about things solchne? I could write a book about it. Another idea of thousands, and yet it is not perfect. Perhaps I finished my anti-these ideas in his world. An irrational thought as an excuse to not finish it?
So what precisely is in our dreams? If you manage not assured even new worlds, in which you want to live? If it does not pursue the goals that we? Determine the objectives of our world! The world is changing with different objectives. Addiction is no more for new people, enabling a new world? Not that the old one would not necessarily like, it is not, but targets are fulfilled or you fail in trying to reach them. A re-orientation, like a world change? The behavior is just an adaptation to the new circumstances?
So what I'm sitting at home alone again and ponder about the world, where I ought to learn? I would much rather get drunk and not thinking. Stuck hovering about, am unstable. The foundation, so that foundation? Ruins. Ruins, one thing I should write about. Today? Tomorrow? In the anti-world?
admiration for the creative cabinets, even me. See the creative but only as illusionists in a trivial world. Ah, so it is not trivial, but at least you strive to the best of it to make. A permanent life with two voices in my head. Four worlds? How many have the same or moved. What would you for 15 minutes of fame, do a moment just for you alone? What would you do in those fifteen minutes?
Permanent rotate the final scene of 'Babel' in my head. So many individual stories, but what does his own? Would it not be worth any einzelnee life to film? If it is not the everyday things concerning us most? No matter how big the world of fantasy in the media may be, the boring, everyday life would be a big seller. Or do we need this escape to other worlds? I personally not really. Is a good conversation is not worth more than hundreds of good films? And if, I would think and hope it feels the same way.
frenzy, dancing goblins, depression, dreams, struggles, clowns, waves and oceans, smells, food, taste, feeling, feeling, feeling, sense of security, foundations. The carousel turns it over and over again. The lights they shine so tempting, but I do not even remember the next and have it be the last.
In my mind,
your ego and anti-I
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