My Moon is Up

As I smoke here, the time passes as the clock turns. My guitar seems as if it is haunted by another’s hand. The petty minds behind me I am alone with my weaknesses. I can miss her if I can.

It is though there is satisfaction in silence. The smile is concrete for 20 minutes. I want to describe the experience of being beaten and still having hope of falling in love.

You can devise plans to win over your mind. To tell it you are stronger than a shadow. You are of course much stronger than a feeling though a feeling is easier than knowing what to do about it.

If a glow was to happen and you walked out to the world a million hands would take a piece and run away. Every day we live off each other from selfishness. We cannot maintain our life without someone else giving us what we need.

It is really just about passing the time. You have to get to death. It is coming and you want to be as healthy as you can when it comes.

Look at objects around you, you love and need, or some you despise. Attraction and rejection. The small amount you use is the tip of the iceberg much like your subconscious. In you are methods of subjection. I have had the unconscious swap with my ego as Jung says, the insanity is amountable to terror.

You should fear of course the reality of life in some way. If you realise the dangers you shall try to be safe. Staying away from dark alleys and night clubs where prey lurk. Even a street as pleasant as a church can turn to darkness. Watch your feet in silence as you travel through this space.

It is said there is death of ego. This may not be some pain. It is a closure of anxiety and grasping. It is a release of suffering and harm. Your mind can breathe again in sober moves, towards a tomorrow where influence is not the demon but a moon.

Conscious is

Jung said that the ego and unconscious swap. What could be worse? Insanity itself. Fear that there are things you do not understand may collapse you.

As I sit here with my brain unable to do much more than this, I look at the world and see an unachievable solution in my selfish wants. All my wants are selfish and take no consideration to anyone else, just me, me, me.

If I could be any more misplaced from what success is I wouldn’t be surprised. Though why worry about success as a platform unless you have something to offer even yourself.

You can rely upon yourself to describe yourself. I know me and now I can tell you. You are not far removed from anyone else, though your choices correlate to a personal experience, one where you and only you have managed to possess.

You could be original. Though will this be enough to ensure a response? Can you filter out the disguises which cover the realness of your existence. The problem of illusion is great.