A lonesome part of the mind writes

​I wonder, where do visions go? When we dream of something and let it go, does it just disappear?
Miracles don’t happen, like those Hollywood action blockbusters. I really wish miracles did happen, but that would make life very boring if everything just happened. Heroes don’t always have to win, don’t always have to be the one achieving wonders. It can be you, them, me, side kicks, or antagonists. I don’t qualify to say this, I know but waiting for the miraculous moment, hoping for a saviour is very boring. Things don’t just happen without a reason or perserverence. If it did, we would have a very monotonous life, a very monotonous schedule, a dull life. Life’s biggest present is life itself. I have always thought of it as an open world game. It is funny how simple it instantly becomes but I forgot that while forgetting it. I forgot life has options, which you take, then becomes decisions, and later becomes something I would term as my choices. It is upon these decisions that designs you and let’s you play the game. Life is a game and we are all just our own renditions at it. Even in games, miracles don’t happen, only countless hours of gameplay or cheats.  
At times, it may sound like a lot, I honestly don’t have a lot going on. Just some lines along an empty space and time.
Thank you for reading, human.

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CrossRoads

I am at a crossroad

not beat, not tired, just waiting for the sign

 

 

Believed to worry naught

because at a crossroad, in the night

comes the devil, some ladies and a smile

You pay him the toll,

ask him to take control

take your life anywhere

but he jacks ya like a troll

I am at a crossroad, dont wanna worry the devil

He comes, and he goes, millions have lost control

You need advice, not the hounds of hell

 

Comfort in silence, compose the ringing bell

No such thing as a demon in dreams

Nor an angel in a nightmare

I am at the crossroads, and I am gonna pay the toll

because before you run, you gotta crawl