The Diary of a Late Bloomer (34)

Grew up in a small town 

And when the rain would fall down 

I’d just stare out my window 

Dreaming of what could be 

And if I’d end up happy

Breakaway, so stay!

She had then no better option than triving, striving and winning; the given game of life. She had enough of sorrow but not to make it an excuse to make a stop; yet another reminder to humbling outright even already in self-sufficent. Much as it tired her out the walking, much as it is somehow hazy still the future view, she keeps firm the tomorrow’s mysteries as a given divine gift. As cauticiously she made traces in leaving the seconds of the wholeness of time, for yet a breakaway, yet an invention of undiscovered side. She tried her best to revel in the most terrifiying thunderbolt. She used then of the worst to expect the least, but worth still even only a small leap. She denied not of feeling misplaced but the best she dealth with it. Would she ever touch the sky?all she knew, future would not betray present effort, so stay! 


Wanted to belong here 

But something felt so wrong here 

So I prayed I could break away


The Diary of a Late Bloomer (33)

Futures made of virtual insanity now

Always seem to , be governed by this love we have

For useless , twisting , other new technology


What is future made of? 

Virtual Insanity aside. What about uniform integration, uniform conciousness? In order to create a sustainable society we need to raise this sense of urgeness. A sustainable society is condusive, fertile and prolific society; let’s call it another way of saying ‘imagined society’. A society that puts the fellow heads live harmoniously and cast aside differences. And it can only be exist not a mere make-believe society if there is a uniform up to bottom conciousness, a uniform integration from several diversed layers, only then the kind of sustanaible society will come into being. Why is it important? In order to create cosmos, to eradicate chaos, even better makes it non-existence. Uniformity is formed from a contagious single head counciousness; 100 can’t be in its full number without additonal 1, thus to create larger we can’t overlook even the miniscule, because it can’t be a solid form with a hole in it still. Small leap of counciousness what creates bigger. It is starting from our being aware of our chosen endevour, hence to raise counciousness it started from one single head, it is started from me!

Confession to Broken Lady (15)

Sounds of laughter, shades of earth are ringing

Through my open views inciting and inviting me

As if to whisper her a cue from the universe it kept on bugging to seek and discover: of the truths of layered in the world of finite in infinitesimal detail. It crossed the message to further ponder it through, “Fame and tranquility can never be bedfellow.” She strolled passed the road with ease, she could only think of what could have been, if everything was done in a complete reverse. As sought after contentment, this too she would one day yearn of being. Of laying bare thought without any prejudice. How it could possibly be ruined by the hulla-ballo of noise begging for a glimpse and worrying of missing; the possibility of lesser significant. “How many questions will be left unanswered? By the reason of time killing in pursuit of bound to lose from  the grip. Why even bother asking to make intricate what could be simpler? Either?”