Absurd Chaos

We’re always trying to let go we forget to let in. To let in the hot lava of emotions, feelings and thoughts. To let in forgiveness and vengeance. To let in happiness and anger. To let our selves in. The entirety of us in. The human experience, the whole journey, the road. It is when we truly let our whole selves in, we start to see the self clearly; how all feelings and thoughts are legitimate, how everything is part of Nature, part of them, part of us. There’s no wrong or right feeling; Nature is angry, happy, vengeful and peaceful. One does not cancel the other, but we can most certainly neutralise it. Just like Nature herself does. She burns down Pompeii but then gives us a flowing stream nourishing us in her wicked ways. Wicked. Nature is Wicked. Wickedly good. Wickedly bad. All-encompassing. And so are we, children of Nature, intensely wicked, vengefully wicked, Beautifully wicked.

Vivid images of a faded dream A ruin of nothing The taste of dust and happiness in the air A ruin of everything The smell of you on my hands Droplets of sweet blood left in my wake A shattered glass was all it took To exile my love away A shattered glass that was once a depiction A tangible illusion left to decay The sound of sour laughter and a thought Why is it, that after all this time This does not Hurt.