Selfish. Childish. Ignorant. That’s how to live, think of yourself only because others won’t do it for you. Be childish and do what you want, live and have fun, don’t care about judgement. Be ignorant, and concentrate on your surrounding and what makes you happy. Traveling alone is not a bad thing. Traveling unappreciated is. […]Read More The sun will rise again
Sometimes the best moments in life are when you are alone. It’s within our nature to want to socialize, to reproduce. But why? Just when you think you’re happy. You step on the bear trap and lose a foot. You go through life living disappointment after another. I wonder what my next disappointment will be. […]Read More And he lived happily ever after.
There’s a bricoleur in me that adores the little things in life. I don’t see the bigger picture, I don’t bother. It’s an art. Life should be. The People in it accentuate those moments, a muse. I found mine. Creating a masterpiece.Read More The Bricoleur
I feel like the standard for measuring time does not necessarily correlate to Modern society. People are so disconnected from the world, from other people, even with the advantage of technology to connect and interact. It’s not about making contact, but about the likes, about self consciousness by others integrating you into the world with […]Read More Time traveler
It’s not an artist. As amazing as his name may seem. It means dirty snow in Japanese. He will be 2 this year. He’s this small ball of fur that won’t leave my side when I’m present. He cries when I’m gone and I’m not the best friend he could have but I try. For […]Read More Yuki Kegareta
An idea is a preexisting notion of how you believe a certain condition or commodity will result from your input. Set by society, by a social standard, by the way you were raised and nurtured. The so called cause and effect, action and reaction is irrelevant in life. There are guidelines, yet so many variables […]Read More Idea vs a dream
And you wake up consciously breathing that person, the same one that rocks your very being to sleep into a surreal dream. A fantasy that cannot be significantly real without two beings. Yet the wandering mind does that, wander. 1,604 miles of wandering, wondering if you see the same moon I see. Perspective does not […]Read More Standing moon
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