I Miss You Calling Me From the Vent

I Miss You Calling Me From the Vent

Sometimes I sit calmly still in a surrounding vibe of constant chaos, hearing the sounds of nothing but birds, not chirping but of people vanishing loudly in a sea of incorrect beliefs, driven by the man made cult of the plastic atmosphere, most of you will drown in. Living in a storm, being swept up by material angels that preach forgiveness and peacefilled wet dreams, that are unholy but realistic to this constant chaos, we call society. Clinging and clanging to the nonsense that glues our hearts and souls together with each other.

WOndering why the nonsense glues our hearts and souls together with each other seems to be racing through my mind in a constant circle, going around like a pony goes around a horse track, it starts to make no sense at all. I have always believed that it's experience and communication that creates the thickness of glue, the more you have the stronger the scent of this glue, and the higher we could get with this strength, but maybe i am completely wrong, maybe none of this glue is glue at all.

Surving for some is in the hands of the glue, keeping things together is done by glue, pulling the glue apart can create issues that fall into cracks of brokeness, leading to nothing beneficial, but how do we keep this glue from coming undone. Sometimes the glue is simply the sound of a voice, and when that voice violently vanishes, we unravel into the unknown, it can be both good and bad, the confusion of this is why?

Some of us believe in out of sight out of mine, some of us believe out of sight more in mind, for those that need the glue to remain high, out of sight out of mine is far from home. Hearing that voice makes us stronger, but if the glue just starts melting away, applying more glue seems to only speed up the process of brokeness towards the end of the road. We can't rewind what we don't have recorded, it just that simple, so don't fast forward to something you don't know actually exist, just because it's in the script doesn't mean it made final cut.

enjoy your week

mike ahuja