Dirrupted

This one big mistery about something imposible, we´re making some big things, and sometimes it feel like there isn´t any progress at all!!, so simply born something deep inside of us, truly abstract!, so thinking hard is not the problem!, the real one problem is what to think!, or how to think it!, well whatever, whats done is done or something like that, but the simple idea for all of this is just that, shape it tild it goes that form desired to be, from something that is merely nothing.

the unborn newly shape, the one deep inside, scratch it, break it, tild the shape appear slowly, but sure, ok here the theme.


I was trying to draw or to come with something new and big, not in the tech!!, but in the shape, the one thing that is called idea, so i begin with nothing!!, so for hours and hours trying to overcome it shape and to put it out, i failed, but then, there was it, in all that crap, lines and erased lines and shadows, yes it was there just waiting for me to notice it, so when i cleared my mind, i finally get to it, a newly idea from the stain itself crossing lines, erased things and a bunch of fresh remains of died draws, who´ll be thinked it?

is just like dying and reborn at the same time!

so pliss don´t forget also your crap can be of use for your brain to get it easy sometimes and so the milk is good (don´t think it is only for babies) ^^.

From my Inner Self: Tentation.

i was dreaming about i was awake; that i was coming out from my inner self,
then i certainly became aware of the vast and eternal moments ago,
i get corrupted, plenty of nothing, but unsure of my own soul,
i became sick unconscious, rapped by my own disillusion, life is the biggest lie!
a lie of corpses trying to grasp happiness, crawling to the secure of the death.

however, a dream or a nightmare!, whatever the race call it or just a self consciousness,
meat will only be meat and humans always will be humans! crazy beings living or so trying to.
mererly exist, proving to themselves that what a day by day mean, and that air cost is a fortune,
but in the end material is the winner in this vast race to the top.

So what, im tempted by the luxury of being or not and by the change of be in history!
the one and only time to prove myself my worth, and to the people surrounding me.
The cake is now in the table, the pie in the oven! my heart in the space between thoughts
and realities, crucified by all matters, stifled by the murmur of insecurity and then finally, drowned!!
without a single idea that will enable a mouthful of air, but then happens after a good and extensive waiting
a saviour trace of a newborn idea, but why it has to be in the last moment posible?
because the good always are late *a rule from the life itself*...

To be continued in the deeps of my stomach!!!