The solar eclipse has to be one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen.
Too bad I was so young, I would have experienced it more widely now.

Sunday, time for some post-rock. To make this boring lonely day, even more deadly.
What else shall comfort the heart with understanding.

There are two kinds of beauty, one is found in creation, the other is found in destruction.
Though the beauty is a point of view, when it is in the best intrest of everything around,
then it has with certainty, that flawless beauty.

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Muscles, entrenched deep underneath the skin.
Will peace be given, as blood keeps flowing through the iron heart.
Rust, they shall give you what you deserve when it is too late.
Echoes enthralled in an occupied cave, living their lives.
Breeding and feeding untill it feels good. For some it was never that easy.

What causes me to fight, to keep going? I can sense me failing each test beforehand.
Counting the days, to my next step in happiness. And now, when it's too late, I crave for a second chance.

What right do I have to spoil their little happy world? What right did they have to take me in, to raise me to their pleasing.

Now, that the opression if starting to stall, they will treat you right, for a while, they will be there. We shall fall into this well again. Untill the next revolution, history repeats itself.
Close your eyes, you won't be using them. It is time, to self-destruct. Time.

Simplicity

Simplicity is often misunderstood. Simplicity is not simple or easy at all.
Not in this world.

Where everything needs a name and everyone needs to feel they exist and mean something.
They can't see how small they really are, what they actually prove to be in an objective manner.
They can't see what is and make up big words like importance. The importance of religion, fashion, fame and money.

Go ahead and call it whatever you want. I will see your voice for what it is.
See the illusion behind time, motion and motive. It's complicated.