This is my collection of battle studies in which i put my thoughts into life's internal struggles and hopefully if I'm blogging about it I made it out alive users online
we see intrinsic designs of perpetuated times yet fail to act or move just to stay steadily in the calms of our closed doors and windows to be belittled as our strength slowly withers. But outside where our fights are won we must be united never to falter or fall in order to become one of heart and mind in the fight that love will conquer all.
50/50 is more than just a title for this film it is the expression for the intricacies of life and it’s balance. The ying and yang, the right the wrong, how everything counter acts each other. The movie does a great job of melding the light hearted moments with the heavy weighted feeling of realizing that our time on this earth may be limited. It is the social simplistic idea that the world still will move in light of our micro approach to dire situations but no matter the situation we must not take for granted the connections we have. If you ever have a fear of something don’t let it hold you back, take your chances and make your life worth while. The outcome may not always be perfect but that’s life, you cant always dwell on what will or won’t work out, just take the chance to find out. Mortality becomes a lot more tangible and somewhat easier to deal with.
The man turning vanity into our reality, power over ignorant minds the ultimate fatality to intellectuality. Where is our humanity, going through turbulent wars for our sanity. Love makes fiction into reality, no limit to its capacity. Outlive mortality by living your lives; never passively.
so fine under these sheets, undiscovered until our lips meet, shes whispering things that stay under these covers, never to dwell through the ears of the street; what she say? damn she a freak. Little miss bo peep as i go in down just a little too deep, til the stars we reach, as the air gets thin we climax, then repeat.
i just want to stay within these lines of paralleled reality because on this side the grass is far greener. where the perseverance to resistance has made the poor man richer. where the ideas of one can make it OK to simply be a dreamer. We all wish for better days without being chastise or insane for not living our lives on the flat lined plains. i still wish for these days where we fight for love instead of our own material gains.
Hipster just another niche to define whose rich, while they explain why swag became sick, like the flu, just another trend? Yup, who knew. Bet you did, cause you were just trying to do you. Hungry to survive through intellectual minds, while you’re just trying to recite a couple of your favorite lines. No response, swag; just another sign of the times.
Late flights in and out of town trying to find a place to lay down while my head wonders through the cloud of medicinal shifts, as the separation between myself and others slowly rift, just make it last turning present into past, without facades or the nature of dooms mask
