Temporal

Not so long I wrote to a person, -dreams tends to predict moments of our recent present or future-

Suppose.To.Be

This are suppose to be my very happy years of life, they arent.

Its supposed that she cares about me, she actually ignore me.

I suppose there shouldnt be any problems, there are and many of them absurd as she is.

Its suppose that I should be happy, Im not.

Its suppose that I should keep the hopes, I despair I untrust

Its suppose I should get along, Im a loser Im an Island

Its suppose to be perfect as it is to the others, It is not

She's suppose to explain, she shut.

I was suppose to born, I didnt

Its suppose to go faster than light, It burns slow

Its suppose to be amusing, its pitiful.

Im suppose to be free, Im in a cage

Im suppose to be normal, I dont get it yet

Its suppose to be enjoyable, it is harmful

Abstractism

Theres a few thing you should think about.

I noticed that there are an amount of things that surround everything in our little world inside our incomprehensible universe.

Our Human World its characterized by being:

Extremely Surrealist

Absurd

Double Standard

and the most incredible thing is, people seems to have been absorbed by this, starting to ignore and live the rhythm of absurdity.

Sometimes I feel trapped, sometimes I wish I could be part of a nice movie, suddenly movies seem to have more sense than real life, books seems to have more sense than real life.

I still dont get a thing, I still do not feel identified with people, very few, I still dislike my race, but at the same time I enjoy being a spectator an alone spectator of this surreal and absurd human world I truly hate in some twisted way.

It is not an argument about me against the world I dont give a fuck.

Somehow I enjoy Somehow I dislike and It make me sick the fact of feeling and seeing every single day the very single thing being repeated, World have become an odd place, absurd and surrealist but it have get to the point that every single part of the human behavior its so predictable that annoys and makes the world a bored place to be in, every place you go, you will find the same characters the same scenario the same behaviors dressed in different imagery.

I know that my problem its that I think too much but in someway its my problem, and people could thing I am different I am odd, but It is exactly the thing I expect it is predictable.

And By the way, Im not the only crazy thinker around, unfortunately I couldnt scape either to being absorbed by this world.

I mean I already said that we cannot scape to standards, theres no different people believe that every single person its different its the biggest bullshit we all have the same shit of other and vice-versa, maybe the true is that, theres different groups of people but not different individuals, this days we are too globalized for that.

Whisper.Hello

Summers gone and with it a considerable waste of many thing.

Fantasy

I seem Im not going to give up with my obsession with time, but, time its still moving faster and faster, I cant even breathe.

But the weird fact here, is that it seems we are the only species that is aware of time, absurd, we shouldnt.

Raw.Meat

There is something I hate, and even knowing you people do not care, I got to write it down, I get inspired all the time, great speeches cross my mind I like that about me, the problem is, those great inspiration moments happens to me in the most awkward situations, for example I get truly inspire just moments before I fall asleep, or while Im taking a hot shower, or even while Im far from my computer alone in the balcony contemplating the view, I get inspired every time I am far from my computer or notebooks, and by the time I try to retain the idea until I find a place to write it, ironically It lost every single touch of magic, I mean, I feel that it doesnt feel the same as I was thinking moments before, I hate that, You know.

By the way, this has been the first post I expose myself a little too much I guess.

But nobody truly reads this, or maybe they do, and Im making bad propaganda out of my brand new blog.

And just to put an end to this pointless post, Today again I sadly realize that time its the furious enemy along with the people.

By that I dont mean you to misread me, but even if you do, wouldnt have any considerable importance to me.

Pounding.Neat

Do should I feel obligated to write in this desolated place most of the days?

Of course not, I just do it to distract myself and to avoid suicide due to the boredom I experience in my cage.

By the way, tonight I got this great Idea, I want to become an illusion, so then I can actually play with the people.

But now I feel anothe obligation, to end up with this senseless and stupid post I just wrote as the time was boring me.