Tuesday, 23 August 2016

say like it is dear ( You know what i think about different people)

You know what I think about different people? Well I am one of them, as the snail taking things slow so do I, but really what do I know about going fast, only the force of therapist trying to increase my journey but really they are full….full of blind…tissues, but really can I use one for my tears? I walk everywhere and everywhere people shout freak but really, its like being on mars full of no air to breath, as if times im dead but honestly I am dead, tick tock you know what I think about different  people, they are so to be treated differently with love but hey blind people have no idea how their actions can effect someone recovery but really….say like it is…dear

Say like it is dear... (what is love really)

You know what I think about walls that people carry around? They create them slide by slide and pick each side so very well, as if they knew long ago how it was going be build, you know what I think about people with their degrees who try to read you like a book only to fail you and throw away for 3 months if not longer but hey what do I know? People see me walking and stare at me and shout freak! You know what I think about people giving up on something with no passion for their work, its full of cardboard boxes really….boxes build with walls with no personal hope really… you know what I think about love? Love flowing to what so ever, I mean really love is like a tree, it first needs to be plated, then to be water then the roots need to grow and then ….it need to grow… but really what is love, you know what I think about walls that people carry around? There no love in them at all….say like it is….Dear...

say like it is dear

You know what I think? I think we live on a flat earth and the world lies to us about it being round, but hey what do I know about the world? Honest what do I know besides some clouds covering my thoughts, the people that walk pass me they stare and shout freak! But hey what do I know….with a little bit of fire in the air I think that we focus our minds on the wrong things, but really, we hardly focus on the truth? And what is the truth? A man hitting a woman and telling her to say nothing and getting away with it? Or what about a friend who lies about you behide your back? Oh boy we live in a world that is full of lies and oh boy do I hate lies….but then again you know what I think? I think we live on a flat earth and the world lies to us about us being round but hey what do I know about the world…then say like it is dear…