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What We Are


How come it’s so easy for us humans to see our differences? More so than it is to see our similarities. We are all made from the same material and the same way, literally from star dust. We are the universe as much as everything else is. Why can’t you see it? The vastness beyond the surface. The deep layers of who we really are. We have this amazing ability to see beyond the reality we are taught. We are told to perceive it a certain way. We are told it is wrong to show sympathy for certain people. We are told it is wrong to be a certain way and so we punish ourselves internally. The only way you can know what is really right is by looking within because everything we have and need is inside ourselves. Stop listening to other people and start listen to yourself fully. Once you do this, your reality starts to change in amazing ways. I really wish this would have been drilled into us as kids and not the bs that only benefits society โ˜ฎ๏ธ.

High Rise

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So I’m listening to this song called High Rise by Cross Record then I figured that I better get moving and get ready for the day.

Then I have this thought.

How can I do that?

Go from listening to an amazingly artful song full of haunting beauty and deep perfection that hits every note of my soulful mind and just get up, get dressed, brush my hair and, by doing that, enter a plain, monotonous and ordinary existence.

How does one not live without experiencing these moments that touch the very being of pureness and ecstasy?

How can one not experience these amazing encounters that make every atom in your body vibrate on a higher plane of existence?

I can feel it.

Every single piece of my body is opening up to listen and experience an elite paradise.

It needs to do this in order to feel alive.

Yet I feel a deep sadness in this moment for those who will never feel like this in all of their existence.

For one amazing spirit lifting high, there are one hundred gut wrenching lows, ripping me into depression, that all still seem to have a silent, immensely dark beauty that no one will truly understand but me. 

Art doesn’t need an explanation. It’s power is deadly yet so alive. It unleashes inspiration and opens up an eye that I don’t see through without it. One that sees the world differently, through a thousand new perspectives. I’ve still got to get up and do normal things to stop the overwhelm from completely defeating me. But, how can I?