162: airbourne dis-ease

a slumber laced with magic dust slowly reaches its final act; the illusion of a young-at-heart morpheus is slowly morphing, deforming into a seasoned peter pan ever on a flight of fancy.

this daydream or daymare of castles in the sky
is making me dizzy.

i can't fly that high.

2019-07-08 1.17pm

90: F = for lying

Attention all Pilots
cruising along the clouds
soaring through the sky:

Flick open your headlights

Reassess your coordinates

Switch off that autopilot

And hold on to the wheel.

And
don't
let
Go.

No matter what they say,
No matter what they do,
No matter what happens --

Their wonderful twists and turns
will never be enough.

Your sweet flight of fantasy
will not last forever.

So take off the sleep blinding your eyes,

And take off the smiles binding their lies,

and
land

Safe

and

Sound.

Attention all Pilots,
cruising along the clouds
soaring through the sky:

Flick open your headlights.

Switch off that autopilot.

Hold on to the wheel.

No matter what they say,
No matter what they do,
No matter what happens --
Don't.
Let.
Go.

Your sweet flight
Of fantasy
Will not last forever.

Your wonderful twists
And turns
Will never be enough.

You will eventually have to
Steer yourself back into Reality

(You will eventually have to
Come back down to Earth)

Take off the sleep
blinding your eyes.
Take off the smiles
binding those lies;

And
land

Safe

and

Sound.

66: Mallicious.

i hate walking around aimlessly
i hate wanting without understanding why
i hate trying to find out why i feel so out of place
i hate seeing rows of shops like deja vu on every floor
i hate salespeople with fake smiles and sugarcoated words
i hate being manipulated by people who only care about making profit
i hate hating myself for spending on myself in order to make others feel happy
i hate the sights sounds tastes smells of plastic dreams i'm supposed to be drowning in
i hate seeing people pride themselves with things by the oppressed's blood, sweat and tears;

malls are malicious,
and these are just a few reasons why.

57: five and twenty

quarter century
old, and what have i achieved?
my dreams, what were they?