Not All The Same Sort

Imagine, the world doesn't just cater to one kind of person. Even the continents are differently shaped, expect the people living in them to be more strangely different. Even in families, genes are twisted to create more complex people, to have diverse personalities. What a boring world it will be if we are just of the same sort, wouldn't it?

We are a strange bunch, strands of a multi-textured world we call life, all with different purposes. But all end with a knot to ties us all together.

There is a camlness in me that I cannot explain. Maybe a calmness that came with a pure heart. It is so precious to accumulate this camlness for it is your shield against the world of chaos. When your heart is pure, nobody can move you from the pressures of vexing people. It is a treasure one must learn how to acquire. Instincts are your enemies and can be your most trusted friends.

The world has seen people of different colors, and must have kaleidoscopic kinds of views. But one cannot lose his identity, experiences, strengthens one's personality from conception to death.

Aastah~

When the sun rises, a day is born
When the sun sets, a day will die.

Cut out the bullshit. We are spirits that roam the earth, we must learn how to soar above our mistakes and move on. The nicest thing about life is it polishes you to be golden, and sparkling. You are a vessel of wisdom. A tank full of memories. The only safe place there is.

A Burst of Fucked Up Paranoia

A gust of wind far down below

A mist of tears from hellish snow

A thought submerged into hotter stones

Flesh is sin to those who know

The bang of the drums deafened you

The shit fell off of your broken roof

An army of devils ensnared the dew

Innocent as kids, as fresh as truths.

Ladies, men, they come and go

You need new people to throw

Amazing sins created for

Crooked ways to harsher course

Believe your mother as long as you can

Guards up, always defend

And never rely on suspicious men

Don’t kiss cheeks with gambling women

The world is unchanged, you never win

You witness the killing of your precious kin

Your shadows show a soul so thin

You live to see the dying wind

Mistake not my dearest friends,

The world deceives to far out ends

People likes fire to set

To weaker souls until its death

I cannot see through broken glass

I can’t help the problematic mass

My thoughts evil as they come to mash

It is true fucked up paranoia trash.