Just some insight

“The secret of happiness is simple: find out what you truly love to do and then direct all of your energy towards doing it. Once you do this, abundance flows into your life and all your dreams are filled with ease and grace.”

-The Monk Who Sold His Ferrari

            A lot can be learned from books. I found enrichment from the stories that many had told, that many had written, that many had experienced. This passage, I find insightful; only because, as a human, my search for happiness is ongoing. My days change as my perceptions follow, but I will never search happiness in those that have lied to me. My road onto happiness will remain clean. It doesn't stop there. Like time…It rolls and goes. Forget the bumps along the way, because the journey is worth the happiness...

Deadness

Sun beams light. It’s morning. Hope to breathe, the day felt like dead night. Life was a silent figure. Not seagulls reined the sky, not one organism was present under the clouds that were so grey. Seemed as if time froze, the result was dead silence. The streets weren't so static before years as of recent. Abrupt as it may seem, but I don’t know if there are many more out there. The last of the humans, impossible!, but days come by and it has become reality. We don’t exist anymore. Ana, my daughter, came beauty with the few, but fell short when calamity struck the planet. The splattered blood and savagery appeared like a frozen memory, stuck in the bellows of my subconscious. I grew dark. I searched, but other life succumbed to falling with this indigenous race that came from the heavens.  They had the wings, like of the clouds, but they wielded blood-stained weaponry. Right away, you can sense the presence of these demons. Simply, because they exhibit such a cold aura. Winter Angels, we called them. They seek to wreck and suck life from whom they encounter. That day. That day, the sun was beaming as always. The past seemed like a lifetime ago, but the trauma. I remember. I lost her on that day. An angel sliced her limbs apart, before they decided to feed on her organs. I watched her dead corpse six feet away as these creatures fed. Her flesh was ripped apart and thrown across. Her blood stained my eyes. Unfortunately, they let me live after this…when I have already died. I struggle to find reason to keep breathing. I’m alone in a dead planet. Waiting for my demise, which is sure to come. 

Photos!

I don’t know what else to say when I see these photos. It’s been a while since I've done this, because I've been too caught up with school. I forget to appreciate nature including the life just around the corner. It’s amazing! Life all around us! Look! This is a plant I saw in my backyard. Now it is preserved and beautified.  Bottom line, it is a marvel once you see it. Once you truly examine it. I didn't realize the detail until I took the time to do it. Twas something worth remembering, thus I took a photograph. And it became immortalized.

Let It Free

I would imagine freedom, if it existed. It’d be like teardrops that descend in reverse. If they move upward at ease, then they truly know how to live freely. I’m stuck in this prison of gravity. Stuck to forever follow the whims of human expense. I’d like to feel and experience what is impossible. Breaking away from the pull, which keeps this reality existent. To feel the deathly hollow void, which we, humans, call space. To me it’s not a dark-filled dimension, but rather a true enigma of liberty. No restriction, just free body movement. Now only if this would be tangible. No matter the distance, the restrain and limit is forever intertwined with this dimension. Like water is to fish, or light is to plants, life cannot exist without the provider. The chains that drag humans to the surface act as the provider. It purposefully limits the capacity of what human can do physically, because whatever superior Being that created us, humans, did not want for us to overcome. If this Being truly exist, then it is It that acts as the limit and the provider. Trapped forever in the reality, we call life. However, in the mind I am free. Imagination is the third dimension. It is much like space, but is stuck within a humanly force. In my dreams, I can soar with no direction, and climb mountains from off-planets. If only I can live my life in a dream, where limitless possibilities reign, then I would not live humanly. What I truly ask for is to be a god. That’s why you cannot live a life in dreams. Gods have that power, we are in their dreams, so we are not gods. Forever locked and have no power to control. I would imagine freedom, if it existed.

Waiting...Night

The Ways of Night

It was a cold and bloody dread

That had severed my soul

Prayer was how I coped

Talked to the distant with spirits I couldn't touch

I couldn't hold them, but I could taste them,

Pushed back space

They made walls bleed roses

Not human

I was alive, and awake

They were my demons, but, hell, it was my haven

I've become cold

Like their eyes

I struggled to love and exercise

Love’s action was closed and in disguise.

However, my road was clear

The specter that led, is no sign, 

He was what I fear

The faces it embraced were Satan and mine.

In the end, they left me…Broken

Alone, Longing, and Dead

“Leave! I don’t want you” It left and I was fine

My crowds of affection out-shined the dead light of my addiction

He was only a ghost that grew restless at each night

Ate away my idols, I was blinded, by his smell and by his sight

Those were my nights, of when the ghost intervened

I was awake because He was the one...who I feared.

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My Name is Jonah Martin. Thanks for stopping by...