Truth be told, I am not made for this world. Although, I am made of it I can't seem to fit in, I feel I am not supposed to. I am a misfit, a renegade, someone who is deemed as a notorious outlaw for the anti - establishment stance I hold. I will not give into the conventional systems of the world, to live a hysterical life of petty insecurities. To live a life for the show, "No!". I am not made for this, I was not born for this. I came here from a lost world, a world beyond space, a world without time, a world where all is light, all is love, all is right. I seem troubled when viewed through your lens, when understood through your interpretations, I am distorted by you in the same manner you distort life, love and your self.
All perceptions are distortions of life, through which one could only experience the projection of life not the reality of it. To be the real, one must be no more. Vanish, vanish like the dry leaves drifting through the floor, like ripples which ceases after the moment is gone. Be no more, surrender your intentions, desires and ambitions. Let go, let go of all that you have accumulated, let go of your culminated realizations. When the engine of you stops, reality of life takes control. Let yourself be no more, let life unfold. Truth be told, even the most divine words can't imitate god. //#101
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