Poison pt. 1 - The only truth of existence is to love

Victimised. To be declared extinct despite transparent remains. The older we grow, the thicker the gust of wind that will inevitably bury us. The oxygen turns into a mucky twirl of air and toxicity. Nature betrays. We grow up with TV screen eyes - forced beliefs that are scrunched into our tiny minds. We are fed things when we are young because we do not yet have the ability to flush such ideals out of our system. These beliefs become bones and eventually reason for being alive. With these synthetic bones, we build false purpose. We work together in an attempt to alienate ourselves from reality. Everything stems from the creation of this understanding which is built by assumptions. All rules and laws within the world are justified by human assumptions, human reactions. By those grounds, even logic finds clarity within the emotional response. If we took a little time to react to the nature of the functions around us and ruptured the bones that disable any movement of our core, we would notice some very trivial illusions curtained by the world to peddle on fantasies. Monogamy does not exist beyond the cuffs of social enforcement. Most are tied to such ideas because of an irreversible exposure to the 'necessity' of abiding by instinct. An instinct that is emotionally programmed by the mirrors of false assumptions positioned in our small lenses to the outside world. Only recently have I come to accept the sadistic nature of being alive. But I will choose to ripen rather than become a corpse. I'll still cry when chopping onions, still enjoy lighting candles and listening to soft music, still go on walks on pretty evenings and laugh at the comedic nature of it all. The bud of human reaction. Knowing that my love for pretty smells and the look of flowers on my windowsill are simply not real. A being born from layers of masked lies. False truths to so many, but infusions to victims of the truth. This awakening comes with the awareness that we are born to be lost. Being lost as a collective means that we wouldn't be lost at all. Perhaps there would be a certain harmony to this ruthless awareness. Then again, it could also work the opposite way and turn the world numb. Because in reality, humans surround themselves in a world of tiny masked lies in order to distract themselves from the root of existence. There is no point in questioning anything since everything simply stems from distraction, and even if you are aware of the world's ugly truth, you must continue to live within the evasions of humanity. You become an existence paralysed within this truth. Sensibility will crumble but you will still be demanded to bathe within the nonsensical desires of others so as not to face consequence. Disciplinary action that will only appease the prosecutor. A naturally defensive reaction blindly enforced by the standards of humanity. Emotions are only a stem of experiences that influence the reaction. It's all very ridiculous when you think about it, but there's also a certain beauty to it. I march through life now looking at the sky as if it's been painted there for me, walking past an alternate world. Nothing feels real. I reach out my fingers but nothing ever touches. My mind floats above me, not within me. It feels like I'm falling from the sky with my stomach in my lungs every time I breathe. An unparalleled detachment. My reactions are planted. My bones are programmed to move in certain patterns. it's incredibly entrapping - knowing the reality of everything yet still being wired to the system. No control over the truth. No control over how I love, who I love, when I love, what I love for. Yet if I were to pin any answer to our existence it simply would be to love. There's a charmingly raw naivety that swallows all no matter how close you are to the core. To fall in love is to rise in meaning. It is the only blind truth that can slay any discern. So do not fall to the fate of the bare artist. It is the answer that many have not found. To love with no expectation of exchange. To love despite the absurdity of it all. If you attempt to make sense of a world built from falsities then you are damned to begin with - overcomplicating the system so that it shrivels to dust as a sort of revenge tactic on the person you were programmed to be at the beginning of it all. An avoidance strategy, yet again. But the ultimate revenge is to come to this realisation and still love no matter. You hold this power. You choose this power. You must blossom within this power. Never betray your heart. 

- sage