Ohh~~

I'm tired...
Tired like i've lived tomorrow already,
Already feel like another day was wasted,
Wasted like so much food that humans throw away,
Away from me you are but i still miss you every day and night,
Night is coming soon as i look out the window,
Window to the Soul i see in all human suffering,
Suffering drowning me to the neck,
Neck that feels tired from supporting a head,
Head which contains an ever working brain,
Brain that is begging for sleep,
Sleep that i need badly,
Badly hurts my foot,
Foot swollen from a bug bite,
Bite my own lip in stress,
Stress filling my body,
Body that needs a shower,
Shower that doesn't work anymore,
Anymore shouting and i will go mad,
Mad with so many unsolved problems i have,
Have not a friend to make me feel better,
Better to prevent than to remedy,
Remedy there's none to cure my illness,
Illness that comes disguised as health,
Health that i lost over many years,
Years have gone yet i am still here,
Here inside this giant coffin,
Coffin i want not the day i leave,
Leave this body and have it cremated,
Cremated so that i can't come back,
Back to this place that is almost like a prison for the Soul,
Soul that is the unseen You,
You that are not the body but simply enveloping it as necessity,
Necessity to be in this place,
Place like many others,
Others are out there but should not interfere with us,
Us as in Me and Her,
Her as the feminine i need,
Need but can't have because i don't deserve,
Deserve what you get either you understand it or not,
Not in this place is where i want to be,
Be different or be another slave,
Slave as in almost every human alive,
Alive i still am now to my unbearable agony,
Agony which connects me to more than i can handle of the reality of this place in space,
Space that there is so much of yet humans crawl on top of each other for their own perversions,
Perversions that they show on television 24 hours a day,
Day that is almost gone now as is my will to live,
Live in miserable conditions and you will become a miserable human,
Human that was manipulated by the fake gods,
Gods that there are so many but none is the Superior One,
One that is Self Existing and True Good and Truth and The Source and Everything,
Everything and we and all are but infinitesimal fractions of It,
It that Exists and wants to be known by You,
You that have to do your Duty and search for Truth,
Truth... that is the same for everyone

"He was wrong, after all!"

Who, What, Where

 

" Who, he questioned one day, Who, seriously

He believed he knew, but did he, really? How wrong could he be?"

" What was simple, apparent to anyone who looked, but now he was using more than his eyes"

And What, was he staring at?"

 "But now wait, because Where, yes, Where is it all

If he thought he knew better, why was he feeling so lost?"

" He felt dizzy and out of place, like if he did not know how to be an Earthling anymore..."

"Attempting to pass through that mysterious barrier... he keeps searching for It"