I have this new feeling:
Chaos can be at peace,
even if very active at the same time.
The madness of the world will come to rest.
The chaos of reality, it can find a harmony,
and the chaos that is me, my body, my earthly life,
it will find peace. I have little I can loose.
I didn’t really have it to begin with.
The chaos is the realization of the illusion which is beyond control.
that the depravity which such letting go and affording that other
that,
is, noble, if pertained for another, will not result in any loss,
if from a higher cause elevated
from.
Sometimes illusions are more beautiful than the real world.
Life and death are like my only options.
I think part of me is an illusion.
I don’t want to let go of the most appealing images.
I think I am serving nature’s purpose in living.
Maybe not exactly as nature had “planned”, but I do try.
I think chaos is destined to melt down and flow into the sea.
It will “die” then be at peace, forever.
There is a time and place for that, I guess.
I hope I can live properly, and honor my life.
illusions and the real are like life and death,
if life is but a dream, then death is real,
but, if life is real, whether it be chaos,or not
then death is but an illusion.