A Life fueled by Life
and it’s innocence at first, if you want to communicate just ask for the things you don’t know and wish. Truly to be closer to someone, via gestures you don’t yet master but will. A hand will help you get what you want, no matter who’s hand is, help is help, for a body that functions if you make it live. On the rehearsal of your life, words entangled from past conversations repeat to the end of the day. Like a monologue, risk is in the everyday of your masochistic comfort. You can not imagine how deepen this professed violence sold from authorities of care can be, makes everything so silent and futile. No remark out of the ordinaire everything must be the same. Addressed is your disease with synthetic alchemy, that would promise an improvement, that you will eventually be cured but all you’ve got is an endless repetition and a life just a simple and cold yet pleasurable and plane, like one can have. As death, you live in the duplication of your spirit and you on go scripts from lifes before. Everything becomes predictive because is used to us. And therefore freedom is out there, but your mind carry out your body and you have no longer control over your health, and you fight back and keep telling where and how to control yourself, but nobody trust you anymore, any difference could be lethal, and blind you can not see, sedated you stay to survive, your mind is out there becoming something other than the recognition of your own. Do not miss the pain and the suffering, suddenly in silenced you’ll be gone. There is no way you can get out of this spiral from institutions of care fueled by their presumed knowledge of the psyche. A pain so stiff even not yourself could heal and the scars others leave open for others to clean, dependance. It gives everybody a reason, the caregivers and the caregiven. Without them how will you move on? What is your life full of, if there is nothing but yourself? As if breathing was not enough, as if your body was not enough. There must be someone, there most be something to hold on. And we hold on to
A Life fooled by Life