Contemplation

What we proud of ourself ?just example this
when we look into the mirror seeing the reflection of parts of our body
Hair,look so comby very attractive and nobody not allowed to touch it
even the wind can't move it and we so proud of that

Face, with our shiny eyes so clear looks like the lost paradise is inside them
and the nose , sharp and very smooth just like a slide it kids park
how about our lips ? and our killer smile we can kiss everyone that we want to with this masterpiece
than, we look into our body , those abs  like a steel strong and powerful , even a sword will break if hits them
and look other parts of our body  , foots , shoulder , hands , everythings
we proud of it , don't we ?

The reflection of ourself
the proud , the graceful words sounding from our heart

but what if
the truth is always cover by the goodness

what if our reflection can shout and say

"You were tricked !
I am the perfect !
You just a garbage , you've got nothing to show !
What you see here is me ! the perfect one ! not you , the one who always proud of me !"


What would we do if that happen?
Cry ?
Angry ?
Poker face ?



What if that happen ?


What if ?

Reflection

The Pillar

Felt everythings got to change
I screwed myself by being so selfish struggled in a massive range of cult
Just like a stone crashed by rain drops
I couldn't take more damages until my parts broken

I've been sailing for my entire life
Sailing in this reality world
and take a break in imaginary world
as i feel your life just being more harder if you couldn't change in every scene of new scene in your life
and if you changed your old scene hates you or judge you as somebody different
is life fair ?

 

Just standing like a stone ?

I've tried to be the one of those cult felt nothing except a fake
fake to not struggle
fake to live as no one
fake...

Keep struggled me and some mates keep being selfish
we struggled from that stream
I was realizing i was more than a stone

A pillar
with my mates sustain the burden of the cults
just like a pillars in a roman temple
even we just a thin pillars but we made by an iron

we don't want to be anyone except ourselves
and we could live with that

at least every scenes of my life respect me as i am
and my boat just keep sailing around the world

and there is a story to share
i share this.