You Don't have to Give Up, Just Give...

the key to writing, but dirty righteous writing, is being able to release all inhibition into just one being, be it music, art, books, or love. a complete surrender to the unknown without fear.

fear is what stops us.

but now, in this time that we're living, swimming with sharks in the open waters as our bodies bleed out into the vast ocean that is our lives. we stop only ourselves; and we can blame only ourselves for what we've done. at the end of the day, as we lay down and stare blankly at the ceiling, recounting the days events, wishing for this and that, hoping for what may happen, and praying to a false prophet that our horoscope tomorrow brings a better day; control is automatically taken from our own hands and placed into the lottery, anticipating the universe to work itself out for us, and not the other way around.

scared to fall in love, for fear that the other person may harm us, putting up these fences and walls, barricading ourselves with stones and mortar, becoming cold and fruitless, futile in our efforts to form relationships beyond passable friendships, at best, sharing becomes a sign of weakness and honesty becomes a negative aspect, everyone is ambiguous and free floating, rushing along with the current no matter if it takes you off the cliff and smashing a hundred stories down into a pool of rocks, where you will lay bruised and bloody, suffering the same death like the hundreds before you, all because you were scared to break away from the crowd for fear of rejection, mockery, and isolation.

this is all because in moments where we should be letting ourselves go, we keep asking, "who is looking at me? and how should i be acting? what's the right thing to do? should i feel bad? did i do something wrong? i'm sorry, but what am i sorry for???"

we are so out of tune with ourselves, and i partly blame society for offering us endless amounts of distractions, but i fully blame ourselves for not noticing how disconnected we've become as humans and not making a move to embrace each other, instead of our stupid fucking iphones.


stop asking
and start acting
before every person, moment, inkling, passes through you and into someone else, it races at you quick and leaves even quicker, if you're not firing on all cylinders and have your seats and tray table in the upright position you'll miss it, and not even notice that it blew through, but you'll have a strange hollow empty feeling inside, a longing for something of substance, and looking behind you, the hills will blow and roll with the laughter of the ones you weren't ready for.