Be

I’m this and that

When the universe clock has been out of magnetic balance and you are waiting for the moment that the pointers will start whirling around like crazy but they are just stuck so stuck that they almost seem staring at you or even worse making faces..Then yes this is now.

When you are stuck between your bed, the leash of your dog and the internet screen. When  your memories engage you with smells and visions of jungle forests and animal sounds but you are just stuck somewhere behind a traffic light. Then this you ..now

Love life is not anymore an expectation a dream a desire or even a frustration. A blunt peaceful-like face, loveless and disorientated has taken the place of your passionate but so tired self. Yes now is time to rest, after so many years you only figured out that after all its doesn’t really matter who- when-what.Its gonna end ..bad anyway.

In a world of past illusions and a whole new eggshell floor reality everything becomes common. Nihility, lack of emotion, absence of thought and worst of all art diminishing effects everywhere. Was reality so trendy and we had never before realized it? That would make some artists feel made out of different materials. Good for them.

Work. Work is obligatory, success as well and of course and embodied creativity to whatever you fucking do. But don’t forget you are not allowed to love,to fuck ,to burst in to tears or scream from anger. Cause this is here and this now and you got to suck the hell out of it as tasteless as possible to go down like a Japanese lunchbox.

Sitting here writing all these uncollected words cause order doesn’t just happen, it exists ..in the universe again. Listing my dreams my hopes my previous angel-like self feeling protected, lucky and promising creature of this damned rat hole.

Well in the here and now  the same body the same soul possibly can’t make it anymore. No dream, No hope, no Vision.

And here is when it starts:

JUST BE.