Nauseated, everything seems so different in my eyes. In tears, the actions of my specie so hurtful, vulgar, beasts! Lost, an outcast, a thought so far from their aspiration, a fantasy so out of their world. An alien, unbecoming with growth, a peasant dreamer in their eyes, unwelcome by their ubiquitous, unanimous preconceptions. Fearful of the signs, my eyes with a speck of the vulture, winds lurking in the present horizon.
‘Watch your thoughts, for they become words. Watch your words, for they become actions. Watch your actions, for they become habits. Watch your habits, for they become your character. Watch your character, for it becomes your destiny. What we think, we become.’
“Do you know that one of the great problems of our age is that we are governed by people who care more about feelings than they do about thoughts and ideas.”
‘Remind the world what time it is’
‘I push the lames aside
I can’t ever front, know why?
It’s not my style, no lie’
The sooner I practice being true no matter what, the better. If anything, I don’t want to be that girl that smiles while people are being bad mouthed. I don’t want to entertain negativity for the sake of being civil or friendly, if you want to speak ill of others, excuse my ears from such deception.
So I’m looking at the clouds and I think, ‘that is definitely Gods work’. What if the clouds are those who have passed on, a day for heavens angels to come out to watch their loved ones and rain blessings down on them. Maybe I’m crazy, but there is definitely something more to the formation of clouds :).