It’s been a tug-o-war, these days. If you feel gentle enough, you can feel those abrupt pulls back and forth, with rope intertwined by the nylon of the voices, the perceptions, the lies. The truth. You’ve been so assimilated. Can you feel it now?
The mind is an eccentric device. It can process all of your thoughts – all of your psychology – in a complex network of signals and graded to action potentials. It allows you and I to twist complex ideas and make us see things that no one else can see. We use it to fight, to defend, or to embrace, and we take all of that for granted. Had we lost our ability to access our mind, life would hide behind a retardant mist and we would no longer have the power to control the world.
But I am not interested in your shallow desires for humanly control – that’s not why I’m here.
I’m here to tell you what happens when your mind is fogged.
throw me in the river,
sever my brittle heart.
it’ll never be the same
as long as they’re apart.
i smell the lanolin
that the old woman burned.
she speaks nothing,
but her husband she has yearned.
but, through it all,
i speak of nothing true.
for there is nothing in the sky –
nothing waiting in the blue.
how long must we wait
for this never-ending cycle?
there is nothing so uncouth –
there is nothing in the title.
see me in the mirror –
see it with my eyes.
i can see the superficial –
i watch it with despise.
these are lingering tears uncried
for these tears are undefined.
you shall see the evanescence
when you can see no other mind.
The death of voices swallowed the last good night. Shh. Quiet now.
Indeed, this is the blog of Franky Liu. Voukah is simply a compilation of random thoughts and useless rambling as he goes through an interestingly mundane life. With that, he is quite emotional and many times annoying; sometimes he wonders if he is narcissistic as well. He also may cause upset stomach. He also enjoys speaking in third person.
Voukah, its design and its writing belong to Franky Liu, with the exception of quotations, stock images, or anything otherwise obvious. Yes, the damned design is mine.