Dreamscapes

I shall paint my dreams over the dark skies, there is no rebuttal from life.
The hues of colours come upon me at my choosing, like the first rays of the sun.
I  dredge my own path upon the meadow, I see clearly that there are no obstacles.

The grass reaches my ankles, I cant see my own feet. Tiny rocks and rootlets trip me over, obstacles I "couldn't see."
All these bruises and tiny scars leave me with lingering thoughts. We worry about calamities and trip over tiny pebbles. I'd much rather look around and not straight, tripping over these hindrances and finding my way.
Breathe in the air around, the essence of life.
Don't worry, don't rush when your time is up it is up. Enjoy your walk and paint your dreams as an artist does,
Lastly, do not forget to look around the meadow.

Banal minds and inner voices..

Do these distances tantalise your senses, they did mine. If you had to leave, why say hello? If you had to break why care?

Like a narcissist breathing its own very presence, you stood by me. When I say "by me" I only mean it literally.

Moving onto existential things...

People say people have depths that others cannot fathom, but depth is a relative concept.

Men are like drops of water looking at a societal lake. .

It is our very own shallowness that has gotten us to our current predicament.

What may that be? I don't know. The question everyone asks is, why do we exist?

But....but... What the hell are we doing?

I think that is a more pertinent question.

Are we just marionettes controlled by the strings of destiny?

Hmm.... What is destiny?

What are we doing!!!

Ant colony.!!