Why not?!

focus,
focus,
read,
study,
memorise,
think,
learn,

but the sun
it shines outside
the world needs to be explored
why are we here
why are we doing this

a work
a job
a life
a happy life you will get

who said i will be happy
stress will grow
stress will  take over

family
kids
investement house

but the world
needs to be seen
so much
so large
so many things to see

go study all you
allowed to see
you shall see
what you are not
you will not see

why?
why?
why?
why?
why?

becuase
normal
is
thus

THEN  I WILL NOT BE NORMAL.

A start, that never ends.

A new world, empty completely empty,

Then a block is made one single unit, 

it all starts from there, a single thing. 

The first step the first action, 

soon the world is yours, you leave your print,

your actions all of them leave a trace,

You alter what you touch, what you interact with,

this leaves you and your imagination,

what you want to do with your life,

The world becomes an imagination of your actions,

your decisions your thoughts,

your feelings,

your moods,

your life,

That is why we never die,

we will live on through what we leave behind,

be it just a drop in the ocean,

or a particle in the sky,

We are immortal, and we will always be.

Breathing though the storm of life.

Breathing is such a normal thing, we are so accustomed to it that we do not even realise how important it is till we cannot breath anymore, till our cardiac sensors tell us our blood is not getting enough oxygen, then we panic we try sucking any little bit of air little bit of life into us.

It is funny how, it feels for me, when a storm rages outside. I can feel it holding me down, a soft pillow of air on my chest. It would not go in but it is there holding me tight holding me from breathing. Every ounce of oxygen is hard to get by, every time I force my body to breath. Sharp blades start inserting themselves into my chest. The pain makes me cringe, trash around but then, when the storm passes and that blanket is lifted.

The freedom to breath, to freedom to take in air as I, I become alive, I become able to do what I wish when I wish how I wish. That is freedom, for me it is the ability to breathe the very air that is right next to me. 

It matters...the pause between inhale, exhale.” 
― T.F. Hodge

Night

sleep forgotten,
heat not needed,
basic comforts which in the middle of the night many call for,
but not me,
no,
I awake from my slumber,
the last rays of the sun set off,
many deep thoughts,
many hidden tricks of the mind,
my body awakens,
I feel the blood boil,
my cells setting off each other,
their potential,
unleashed on the world.

the world is different,
it makes me
see, enjoy, appreciate,
Day grows old
but the night,
the wonderous night,
always excites
the unknown
sets off desire to be known.

what can not be had,
what can not be seen,
what can not be fully understood,
that is what I want that is what I will look,
for that is the most exciting thing about the night,

the time of twilight heralds both,
the start and
the end.

and now is the hour of wolves,
the hour of darkness,
so let us be one with it.