Art Intimidating Life - The Ruins of my Mental Empire: Part One Hundred and Two

its such a horror to think and imagine everyone in the world dying - the human race wiping itself out - such a miracle of the universe wasted and gone in a split second… in a tiny little flash in an infitite universe…
on the other hand, it’s beautiful - imagine a world with no human beings - trees growing where they want to grow - grass growing naturally where it wants to grow - extinct speices coming out of hiding, from hiding places that human beings couldn’t comprehend existing - but they did, and they will and they do, without human beings

im with all the people who are behind the times
the rest are too busy on their phones
making each other busy, i guess

the pursuit of success kills the soul
do what you want
listen to yourself

one of the reasons i love the human race is because we have actually introduced laws against “upskirting” - what a strange species we are that we actually have to do that…

seven nights
on a farm
in new zealand
reading
writing
and thinking
watching the days pass
with nothing happening
and doing nothing
and now
im standing
at parliament station
waiting for the train
as though nothing ever happened

time is a thief
are you a goodie?
or a baddie?
or just confused?
death makes no mistakes
life does
life is
and regrets grow slowly

laughter and happiness
at the dinner table
i bite my tongue

am i a protective father
or just in a bad mood?

the mighty traveller
who walks the world
and wonders - 
learns the same amount
and learns the same things
as the mighty one 
who stands still
in the trees alone
on the beach alone
in the desert alone
with no shoes on
alone
and still

happy memories
in dark times - 
like fast passing headlights
at midnight,
on a lonely highway
to nowhere

you can't spell hello
without hell

you can't spell goodbye
without good
or be