As i stroll along i see birds flying high and people interacting with another in the streets. Everyone getting along with another no violence, no conflict, no fighting, no swearing and defitinitly no killings. Without prejudice, racism and fundamentally living without hate. The sound of kids with parents playing in the park having no worry about what is to come of their child and the world surrounding them. A place where risk is not the weighed up against option in according to living ones life to the fullest. When i wake up with rest of world i feel like it that the best is to come of it. No cancer, strokes no obsesity to be ever spoken and experience by a single sole. Eradication of poverity and endless bundles of happiness and joy for all. A smile on all of the worlds childrens faces. The cure of depression for all. For this my utopian vision.
As i think within side of myself what is going on here. What am i doing here and why am i still here. This road i am walking along, this one road, why this one, why this one road why this path. What is happening here. All of the sudden i have this eppihany to stop. And think out aloud. Sum up all that as gone before, what has lead up to this moment. Thats it yes yell or even scream or/and just to speak it. With sound and speech, instead of contemplation to just thy self say it out aloud just once. Even if this is the only time you ever get a chance to saying it why thinking it. At least youll know that for once in your life you were able to say what you were thinking and not bottle it up, keeping thinking to yourself. That endless chanting to oneself that one does can be stopped and it can be heard by another. Even it noone is there to hear it at there was a chance that it was spoken and not just another thought left unsaid and tainted into the back of your mind
Continue to sit here, like staring into outer space and not knowing what to do with all that endless space. What will become of all of it. Like an unknown entity that doesnt know its use. When being useful is stessed as an ulitmate must but for what purpose. The inner yearnings that dont come out and therefore never placed out there for all to see. The neverending expectation of uncertianty and randomness. All this existence with no direction. What is its future. Who knows that is the quest. It is still on its journey to found out what happens next. There being no right or wrong decision just contenment with the self. Having all ones answers fullfilled and having ones destiny fullifuled. When all emotions are met with satifaction.
What i am and what i am not... Who knows the answer... for i thought i should at least know the answer to this question out of everything and everyone ,... the answer would obviously lie within the realms of myself... it should be shoudn't ... Yet i dont know... Who am i... What is I... What do i do with it ... Why is this i the way it is, i ask ... Another question that i cannot answer... Philosophically so what do with all this insolvable pondering... What to do with myself with this perplexing i ... What to do with this i... Only if i knew then it would be so easy to answer the who am i question... I know that i am i but i don't know what the i is... Why is it that i can acknoledge myself as an i but not able to recognise what the i is... What is this i and who is it exactly... The journey continues of the i as it evolves and exists.. Yet not knowing who or what the i is... Will it always be this way ... Will the i ever know what the i is... Maybe the answer is indeterminate... As indeterminate as thy self as i propose the i this question about my i and prompt my i as what it actually is
That it i've had enough i'n not keeping it in any more, im letting it all out, im letting it all go once and for im going on a wirting spree. Yep a writing free for all. Nothing held back here. Yep Writing writing writing and just more writing without any thinking or restriants. A meaningless rant about nothing that requires no effort where nothing is off limits. Youre doing what. Yeah you heard. Writing without concern writing without emotion writing with emotion without issue writing without shyness writing without any inhibitions whatsoever. I'm just gonna let it rip. Youre going to do what. Yes thats right write you heard me whatever i feel like that comes to mind at this present moment. Whatever it is thats on my mind this second 'm gonna write it. What you cant do that. Well i am. No youre not. Well i am and you cant stop. Yep i writing writing and writing til i have nothing left to write, till all my writing agility is gone. Till its will power runs dry. You must me bad. No im not. Oh yes you are. Oh no im not. Youre loosing the plot you know and you must be out of youre mind. Out of my mind well youre the one whose out of youre mind as im not loosing it because thats plot because thats the idea. I just want to write write writing wihout having to think about what im going to say next. Nothing censored nothing held back nothing to be not heard. Why are you doing this i ask repeatedly why in earths name are you doing. I just want to write, thats all i want to do write. Till there nothing left to write. I am not letting you stop me now. Oh really now. Yes really. I am the one in control here, i am and going to write whatever until whenever. I dont care what you think, you cant prevent me from me from my freedom providing writing rant. Thoughts that dont apply with thoughts that do apply. I can write endlessly and timelessly without a concern in the world. As if you can stop me, because you cant. I can try. Well youll fail. How so because i dont care what you have to say. That's it because i'm have a free for all writing sesson. Yep you heard me and my writing and just more and more writing without thinking, where anything goes. All the realms off this planet type ofwriting. An endles free for all ....
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