Blan(c)k

It was quiet and the wind stood still
I spent some time with nature
To remind me of all thats real
Its funny how silence speaks sometimes when youre alone
And remember that you feel

Again I stand, against the faceless man.

So which way will the coin fall? I fear for the worst and still hope that i can see some light after the long blackness, the blankness. Cause if dont see the light, I know Ill have to walk alone. And if I walk alone to the other side, I know I might not make it home.



So people ask me, Oh wtf are u upto? What do u keep doing? Ur pic? whats wrong? Well, the Blackness is a reflection. Its a rather true and honest reflection which perhaps most people would not be able to relate. Yeah and why would anyone want to relate in the first place? Its a selfish world. Its like that video, "Survival Of The Fittest". But whats Survival? To exsist? To breathe? To be content and happy that you have two arms and legs and two eyes which some unlucky ones do not have?
You have a phone that never rings and each day you hope it would? but u tell yourself that your oh so lucky that atleast u have a phone.

You have plans in your head which never take shape because you cannot see the light with all the darkness, so youre supposed to tell yourself that atleast u have a mind and atleast u have a plan?

Hell No, thats exactly the point. Its the biggest sin to know you have better things to offer yourself but you are engulfed in a fever of darkness, some old clouds, some new ones. If one is dumb, he can be happy within himself but if you dont consider yourself to be like most of the others you see around you then youre either dumber or smarter?

Ok then how do we know you are smarter? Hell you man, you cant even make a phone call. Your are fucked up in ur mind because of your fears. Hell you have to think 10 times before u call, hell u feel so fucking dejected after the call and hell you still pretend and sound normal and cheesy. Hell would anyone know what that meant? The amount of prepration that went into that small routine act like making that phone call? Hell you still imagine abt that "crack of voice" *Laugh* and wonder. You wonder about the mystery of the crack. You shrug and go back to your routine shit of fighting fears and then u think about the faceless man again.

Hell you were black (with some mild white line flowing, heh @ db) and now you are blan(c)k. You stare at your phone. You would then go out and stare at the sun. and then in the night, The wind would cry back in the silent night...