People... Are they contraries? nope they are not abstracts to me... they have at least a body form...
Are they complicated? Yes, you may say they are... They were made out of trillion trillions of electrons and neutrons and protons which made up the whole texture of the form... It would be a supernova sort of structure, but more condensed per say...
The minds in them are more semi- abstract... there's the structure there, and there are mobile sub - electron particles traveling tirelessly all around the railway like structure in the brain lines...
Ask we grow, the particles speed so fast that they sometimes do not know why they travel at such high speed... As the worldly abstracts bind layers and layers upon them, lubricates the roads for them to spee through... they seemed happy... therefore, the happiness got trapped in... when excessive ones and going astray ones were also in, people wanted the happiness from various sources, they get uncontrollable, like roller coasters without breaks.... zipping through the mid air rail... rattling the metal bars, grilling the sparks which had unconsciously scarred and hurt the brain... they continued to zip pass everything, catching each and every tiny worldly particle to make themselves smoother in their rides... they couldn't separate the dark from the light, they do not believe that innocent soul should be created at all because they are dumb... they do not deserve to exist in this roller coaster world... the pleasure that are accumulated are too irresistible that innocence aren't allowed to ride it as it will spoil the fun....
Well, i thought fun was always the simplest things in life, not some high glamor delusions or some blind conformist's dreams... Well, that's hard to say some willingly embrace and throw themselves against it... blinding themselves further... thinking that by blinding themselves, they are getting smarter...
but what is smart? smart means nothing it can't be binded.. it should be carved... with every stroke slitting so neatly into place, they should be maintained too. the depth the speed, the way of slitting it, making a mark of in on the same wound... it takes more than that to bind it...
people, the creators of delusions and failures of delusion themselves... crawled around in dark caves covered in glowing moss that they see as the purest light...
Laughing away madly without the knowledge of the real world which is so pure outside... they create cocoons of what they called stylish reality... they wriggling bodies laugh in it never wanting to break through the threads of darkness to see light.. to see the birds chirping, on a breezy evening... to see nature in it's truest harmony... man bind man... and the binding grows... eating the space of the purest... covering the atmosphere with madness... and the madness grow wild... as many are infected... they were sent to the deepest hollows under the glowing moss... where they were pronounced mad by the less mad people who though that they are as sane as god... what good is nature? they saw from their cocoons that these are dying worthless nature, that dies and blooms once in a while... nothing remains... they want permanence... nobody wanted to die... dying is their greatest fear... so they wore cocoons around themselves, like butterflies who refuse to hatch... but only, their wings weren't of butterflies, but tattered clawing scales of falsehood... their wings were white and light as a dove's downy feathers... but the materials they used were scary, they were done by extracting the worst spores from the decaying glowing moss... they harness it to their backs, thinking that these will make them angels in the dark cocoon... for them, they called themselves fallen angels... which they weave stories about bringing hope in the cocoon.. the world out there dies, so do they... they say that, they die but their presence were there.. Weren't they.. shadows laughed in the corridors.. they clawed at the walls of webby cocoon... no, they could never go out...as shadows don't exist under the sun...
life of an innocent, of purest purity.. do they exist in the cocoons of reality?
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