EscapeArtist
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what happened to innocence. What happened to dreams of travel, the thrill of new experiences, or the comfort of familiar ones. Satisfaction died with simpler times. What sabotaged nature to create such beasts as the people? The distant, lost, delirious, distrusting, blind, suspicious, confused, fearful and blank faced masses. Bodies hijacked by viruses, numbed by mucus and steered towards their graves. We can't imagine faces we have never seen, or places we have never been... but for a minute I want you to try to see a world that I believe can be.
A circle of warmth around a fire. where people are connected by inspiration, desires enclosed around a common goal. Where spirits are a lit under the cheap sun, where we together perceive our surroundings as an untouched and ancient truth. Where eyes grow brighter together and bodies and minds feel for the first time, what is known as bliss. Where we are safe, yet overwhelmed. Where we cherish things that are larger than ourselves, and in return learn to believe and understand each other... Where there is no disease, no cancer, no depression, no body odour or acne. Where our bodies can be opened to raw life. Where we enjoy the simple taste of plump ripe fruit, and come across such not by purchasing like a liar but foraging like an explorer. A brush of sunlight against our skin and the wind opening our pores, we are cold, wet and new to the soil pressing up towards our naked feet. We are not defined by each other but by the present moment. Where the interconnectedness of the world is an art breathed every waking day of our lives. A life without addiction, without reliance. People brought together not by pain, uneasiness, betrayal, fear, but by internal and external beauty in movement, like a sheath of cold water draped around warm huddled bodies. Life without hiding secrets, hiding the truth, hiding ourselves.
For me this place is unfamiliar, but familiar in the sense that I see it is what we deserve. It is familiar in the sense that I know how to get there, but am too absorbed by addiction, anxiety and loneliness to prove to all who accuse me of dreaming too largely.It is the place that taunts me everyday when I hear of cancer killing innocent people, when I hear elders speak of the worthlessness of their lives, and when I learn each day again that the rest of mankind does not believe enough in such a place to care. A truth too big for a sensitive young person like me, truth that makes me see the world as it really is, but brings weird looks in my direction, and shunning from most of society...a place that makes me see the pure EVIL of society, a place that we have been taught not to believe in. There is this much, just waiting for the people who would rather suffer, and each day this contrast between what could be and what is kills me too much to walk out that front door, into an industrial waste of faceless masses. And it rips me to pieces, every day, with an intensity so unbearable, to have so much knowledge and to have such an obvious pattern to our background, and to know the secret that will revolutionize the world if it weren't for the ego of us as man, not animal.
No, you didn't have to make sense of that or relate. I feel extremely lucky and hopeful to know of this life, compared to others who will live miserably, aging and waiting, but also like this knowledge has made disease and suffering too real, and most importantly, completely unnecessary. I can't say I can handle it. I can't say I feel anymore relieved... And this is why, I do not go outside.
A circle of warmth around a fire. where people are connected by inspiration, desires enclosed around a common goal. Where spirits are a lit under the cheap sun, where we together perceive our surroundings as an untouched and ancient truth. Where eyes grow brighter together and bodies and minds feel for the first time, what is known as bliss. Where we are safe, yet overwhelmed. Where we cherish things that are larger than ourselves, and in return learn to believe and understand each other... Where there is no disease, no cancer, no depression, no body odour or acne. Where our bodies can be opened to raw life. Where we enjoy the simple taste of plump ripe fruit, and come across such not by purchasing like a liar but foraging like an explorer. A brush of sunlight against our skin and the wind opening our pores, we are cold, wet and new to the soil pressing up towards our naked feet. We are not defined by each other but by the present moment. Where the interconnectedness of the world is an art breathed every waking day of our lives. A life without addiction, without reliance. People brought together not by pain, uneasiness, betrayal, fear, but by internal and external beauty in movement, like a sheath of cold water draped around warm huddled bodies. Life without hiding secrets, hiding the truth, hiding ourselves.
For me this place is unfamiliar, but familiar in the sense that I see it is what we deserve. It is familiar in the sense that I know how to get there, but am too absorbed by addiction, anxiety and loneliness to prove to all who accuse me of dreaming too largely.It is the place that taunts me everyday when I hear of cancer killing innocent people, when I hear elders speak of the worthlessness of their lives, and when I learn each day again that the rest of mankind does not believe enough in such a place to care. A truth too big for a sensitive young person like me, truth that makes me see the world as it really is, but brings weird looks in my direction, and shunning from most of society...a place that makes me see the pure EVIL of society, a place that we have been taught not to believe in. There is this much, just waiting for the people who would rather suffer, and each day this contrast between what could be and what is kills me too much to walk out that front door, into an industrial waste of faceless masses. And it rips me to pieces, every day, with an intensity so unbearable, to have so much knowledge and to have such an obvious pattern to our background, and to know the secret that will revolutionize the world if it weren't for the ego of us as man, not animal.
No, you didn't have to make sense of that or relate. I feel extremely lucky and hopeful to know of this life, compared to others who will live miserably, aging and waiting, but also like this knowledge has made disease and suffering too real, and most importantly, completely unnecessary. I can't say I can handle it. I can't say I feel anymore relieved... And this is why, I do not go outside.
