Get up it's time another day of your life, make the bed and say goodbye to a fragment of the cycle, a tired collage of your life. Brush your teeth after you eat, wash away the bags under your eyes, up on your feet you hear the cries. Another sigh between your lips, let go and lose your grip, light exiting through your ribs. Brush away what you can't burry, fingers crossed undo the ties, a strict continuous programing of such a fragile mind, give up and close your eyes, for what's too late you know you tried. A burden so heavy, broken down into repeating portions of a routine. Adaption locking in relief as you’re given your daily dose of peace, as still and steady as you seem, a bottled buried set to rest, on a timer longing to release. Pick your poison lock your prize aim your gun, close your eyes pull the trigger and say goodbye. You made your bet, you rolled the dice, what was none but a dream is discovered in your failure, the life of ...
When observing the world a lot of people each have a different perspective on things entirely. Usually a lot of that is a reflection of who they are as a person entirely. As if their eyes were projecting what they currently feel, think and the outcomes assumed based off past experiences and patterns of their own behaviour, onto everything before them. This involves both their opinions on the particular thing or situation, expectations, assumptions, along with their reaction to that emotionally. These behavioural patterns reflecting their reactions are usually due to assumptions based off fear, delusional, denial, desire, anger, and such. Without being open-minded while assuming things based off what you already know, these create judgments which closes the door to the possibility to having any other experience towards this particular thing unless it is too extreme to ignore, leaving you with the same outcome and view on it. Some people believe the world is beautiful, full of light and...