1/28/2010

Does it hurt less To see by day

And know by night
Nonexistent echoes
Of empty words
What do I see
Power gone
But ego is strong
Wake up one day
and cry
Still Breathing
In and out of dreams
Can't change a thing
Passing days
Just for the sake of
Killing time

Happiness comes in waves

Sunlight has never been so dry

How come

Weather changes so fast in this town

Find I'm constantly

Loosing ground

Heart aches for freedom

More than satisfaction

Every word

Emphisizing hope is dead

Tell me again

Blue fire

Black coal

Don't know where to turn

Let the fire burn

Life

I have a belief that we are all dead. Why are we alive? What is alive? Because we have a heartbeat? What is a heartbeat? The movement of an organ inside our bodies? What is our body. Our body is a shield, one great big company of magical beings making our brains do action. So what is our brain? Some thing located in the skull that comes up with ideas, thoughts, and sends messages to carry out actions with the company that is the body. What are ideas; thoughts? Concepts that are not yet real, not yet in action. But nothing is real. The universe and everything supposedly in it, do not exist. The illusion that makes our living easier. But what if the fact that we have a heartbeat, and have a body, and brains, ideas and thoughts - what if all that is a factor of being dead? Not alive? Do we know that we are not in the afterworld? Are we supposed to remember the world before? Not necessarily. I think it is very likely, that after the thousands of years talking about the 'afterworld', what if this is the afterworld, to a life that we are not aware of. I find this very likely. We are all dead.