Dear Life

Surreal thoughts

Dear Life as you may know 

hope  exist together with peace.

I know I’m lost 

in the forest of poisonous thoughts.

I look to Mother Earth for guidance 

of how to survive.

I thrive on a dream 

that occurred to me last night.

I was a plant blooming in the woods.

I thought to be a rosette 

with a diamond like crimson petals.

I turned to be a wild weed 

with yellow and wilting leaves.

But I was a I troublesome bustard 

, a rebel at heart and soul. 

  

  

Jigsaw Puzzle Pieces

Life is real

My world is made of puzzle pieces that don’t match together.The picture parts seem to make the reasonably ugly picture but the shape wise it has all gone wrong. Someone upstairs was drunk when crafting my jigsaw puzzle but I still cherish it because it’s mine and unique. Someone would say- ‘Oh you are so positive.’ Well, what else can I do? I have a nail and a stick so I make it work- it’s called – the extreme life craftsmanship !!!

  

Gloomy Mornings,

Surreal thoughts

Humid air makes me breath in all the possible germs which can be found in this  corrupted land. I enhale and exhale polluted air filling my lungs with dust. I imagine my two organs to be creased and covered in a thick trickly layer of little particles mixed with my inner fluids. Despite the fact of having dirty lungs I still venture outside admiring the world. It reminds me of life – it’s luck and misfortune. We have been beaten up to a pulp so many time yet we still get up and go.