ALAS!!! Some of my weird theories...hope everyone enjoys...by the way for those haters I would appreciate if you don't have constructive criticism for my shoots then don't tag my shit...thanx Dvine!
Will I ever recover from this moment?
It's so dark.
Maybe it's so light that my eyes are burning.
Trying so hard to fixate. . .
On which dimension do I truly exist?
I can't quite put my finger on it.
I know others label and judge me.
They know who or what I am.
Or is it that they only proclaim to know. . .?
Do they know themselves? Do they know who or what they really are?
On which plane does someone or something exist?
Is it spiritual or is it numbered?
If it were I would be on the eighth plane.
I don't know why that is, I just like the number. . .
How does one know what is truly light or what is truly dark?
Maybe they are just one persons opinion or aspect
Or maybe when you flick the switch you really do control it.
I want it to be dark more often then I wish that it were light.
I haven't really figured out why.
I think I'm just more comfortable.
Do you ever think the stars can see you like you can see them?
One can count millions of stars with infinite energy spread across the sky.
Maybe they are our reflections drawn on the canvas.
The stars looking back trying to count each one of us.
If there were a person for each star. . .
Then each person has a totally different existence.
Each person could be sitting in their car or at work.
Each life like it's own movie.
And if that person died or one died you wouldn't even know.
So you can't be sad or happy.
Sometimes it seems like existence is so pointless.
You work for stability you never really have.
It could all be taken away.
So if you see a shooting star, could it be someone you don't know dieing?
Would you be sad?
Or someone could be born, A completely new dimension or existence.
Another pointless life. . .
Or maybe everyone has their purpose.
Some average or some extraordinary.
Would that make one feel better about their existence?
To be told you are made for a purpose.
It could be a lie to keep you going in your boring lives.
Basic survival to eat and drink ,to sleep and work.
Maybe stars and people are just a waste of energy. . .
To flicker until they or we burn out completely.
Only effecting or affecting our circle.
When we shoot across and fall out of the sky. . .
No one that doesn't know you would be sad.
No one is happy that you were born in the first place,
If they don't know you. . .
A complete waste to those that never knew.
A pointless existence.
No real plane or dimension.
Just a life that most will never know was real.
Check out Rose lilly shes my bitch!!
Will I ever recover from this moment?
It's so dark.
Maybe it's so light that my eyes are burning.
Trying so hard to fixate. . .
On which dimension do I truly exist?
I can't quite put my finger on it.
I know others label and judge me.
They know who or what I am.
Or is it that they only proclaim to know. . .?
Do they know themselves? Do they know who or what they really are?
On which plane does someone or something exist?
Is it spiritual or is it numbered?
If it were I would be on the eighth plane.
I don't know why that is, I just like the number. . .
How does one know what is truly light or what is truly dark?
Maybe they are just one persons opinion or aspect
Or maybe when you flick the switch you really do control it.
I want it to be dark more often then I wish that it were light.
I haven't really figured out why.
I think I'm just more comfortable.
Do you ever think the stars can see you like you can see them?
One can count millions of stars with infinite energy spread across the sky.
Maybe they are our reflections drawn on the canvas.
The stars looking back trying to count each one of us.
If there were a person for each star. . .
Then each person has a totally different existence.
Each person could be sitting in their car or at work.
Each life like it's own movie.
And if that person died or one died you wouldn't even know.
So you can't be sad or happy.
Sometimes it seems like existence is so pointless.
You work for stability you never really have.
It could all be taken away.
So if you see a shooting star, could it be someone you don't know dieing?
Would you be sad?
Or someone could be born, A completely new dimension or existence.
Another pointless life. . .
Or maybe everyone has their purpose.
Some average or some extraordinary.
Would that make one feel better about their existence?
To be told you are made for a purpose.
It could be a lie to keep you going in your boring lives.
Basic survival to eat and drink ,to sleep and work.
Maybe stars and people are just a waste of energy. . .
To flicker until they or we burn out completely.
Only effecting or affecting our circle.
When we shoot across and fall out of the sky. . .
No one that doesn't know you would be sad.
No one is happy that you were born in the first place,
If they don't know you. . .
A complete waste to those that never knew.
A pointless existence.
No real plane or dimension.
Just a life that most will never know was real.
Check out Rose lilly shes my bitch!!
orbit9:
cute picture! and interesting thoughts.