I believe in the various forms of expression. I wait patiently each day to be confronted by something truly thought provoking, beautifully unique, intriguing or just....something
else. The longer I wait, I grow tired, tiresome days end in sleepless nights and grey hairs begin to appear in the mirror, framing an aging oily skin whose lines have seen nothing and achieved zero. They are leading to nowhere. I look around and realise the world is just the same as it was. The cycles of art, life, love and mediocrity speed forth as a monotonous journey trough time
until all that is left is the ticking hands of the clock. All the while the passions and aspirations of youth burn with the ashes of our desires. We wait for something that never comes, we visualize it, we taste it and fill our mouths with the 'what ifs' of lost hope... We are nothing, waiting for the soul of our neighbour to become our inspiration. You are nothing without each other. Remind yourself how to live, create and love as one..forget your dreams and cast aside what is right...stop living for what could be, and create something that is.
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