Hunters and gatherers

Perception is grown and nurtured, changing constantly, moving from shape to shape, increasing in volume and mass. In other incidents it’s shrinking into something, maybe nothing. Either way, perception is a gate of the soul. Through that opening it creates forms of the soul, beautiful or deformed; in any case, predictable only in a probability, as a percentage – a part of the whole.

So, we become expeditors of dreams, or not. No matter whatever happens, we become a collection of consequences, sometimes with reasons sometimes without. By abusing the dilatation of time we strive to gather memories and rearrange them according to our liking, we accept or deny people, we chase for ideals and goals, we hunt for prey… we are fragments of everything and anything, many districts in a single person – the beauty of human existence!

Any which way, it’s all very simple actually… after so many eons passed, thousands of generations of mosaic evolution… and we’re still hunters and gatherers :)

Forevermore

Regardless of the origin, my nonselective nature accepts memories; ticklish sensations twisting me untidily even more with everything and anything, in everything and anything. Wireless connections unraveling true human nature, vivid in its totality, wild and free. In these eyes, rainbow is made out of anything, and colors were never exiled from this soul. So I love, forevermore…

Because in this youth, right now, impatience and curiosity truly are an asset… they drive fast in an even louder groove. Burning, because I can…

In here the tide is always high, and that stormy sea out there is beckoning. So, you see… I am welcome!

Despicable me;)

There, we pay the price of countless memories intertwined with knowledge, experiences and emotions. They exist dissolved in absinthe carrying our bodies and all edges of the brain to the chasm of their capacities. A clear thought comes to light, created from a fraction of a tiny fraction creating another whole… we know things, and we are despicable to the ruin!

It’s wrong, but it feels so fucking good;)

Out there, people live in the shadows of what we do!