Let things slide off my back got to be my motto not to get so attached to things to the point it changes my perspective. The whole reason I made these blogs was so when I die someone can find it and read and understand me greatly so maybe I need to speak more clearlybut none of my favorite artist really told a clear picture so I will continue to talk cryptic. The want of other humans are a fruitless path to follow meaning it's not that much benefits of it most humans can get What they want and still not be happy. me on the other hand keeping it 3 I'mtrying to find happiness in lil things Ithink it's obvious now that these blogs are wrote with emotional impulses my moods shifts and don't have a stability to grasp when it comes to.emotions I m a lover and a fighter I love war and peace I want to live forever and kill myself at the first chance I get I'm ball of confused energy. But that's me
What is this.thing you love more than me
Life ,calm down
No I gave you everything and this is how u treat me
At least you got him he just my side nigga
Pain this is none of your business
Yes it is she is just as important as I am
See I told you
So tell me what is so good that it is surpass life and pain
Well....
BLOG LOCKDOWN
BLOG LOCKDOWN
BLOG LOCKDOWN
The ghost butterfly is dying
Funny I made this blog tittle the ghost butterfly but I was still a caterpillar I was growing I was learning and in the years I had this blog I never had as much thought and enlightenment as I do now I see I must cocoon myself in order to grow
The caterpillar is a prisoner to the streets that conceived it
Its only job is to eat or consume everything around it, in order to protect itself from this mad city
While consuming its environment the caterpillar begins to notice ways to survive
One thing it noticed is how much the world shuns him, but praises the butterfly
The butterfly represents the talent, the thoughtfulness, and the beauty within the caterpillar
But having a harsh outlook on life the caterpillar sees the butterfly as weak and figures out a way to pimp it to his own benefits
Already surrounded by this mad city the caterpillar goes to work on the cocoon which institutionalizes him
He can no longer see past his own thoughts
He's trapped
When trapped inside these walls certain ideas start to take roots, such as going home, and bringing back new concepts to this mad city
The result?
Wings begin to emerge, breaking the cycle of feeling stagnant
Finally free, the butterfly sheds light on situations that the caterpillar never considered, ending the eternal struggle
Although the butterfly and caterpillar are completely different, they are one and the same."
This poem is a description of me
Finally free I look up at the sun
The trees the birds the flowers
They all look so new so beautiful
That's when I realized they haven't changed
I did
My vision is no longer cloudy
My sight is no longer compromised
I fly away freely looking for a new home
My old I've outgrown
I expect to see troubling times on my journey
But I will remember
I started out strong and thought I would become weak
But the opposite is the result
The end ?
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