Percept and the City

Intelligence is quickness in seeing things as they are. – George Santayana

And what do YOU want?

Ponder into your coffee cup, look up to see the people around you, lost in a swirl of a world so distinct.

Where are you right now? Right now? Other than in a body, filled with bits of bones, soaking in blood, all dressed up in coat of skin and a brain from within that is peering out from its polker-dot suit, no dispute that the thoughts flow like the glow from your skin. Let me whisper in your ear, dear. Let me tell you where to truly go, where no-one will know all of the hidden feelings thrust at the throat of a boat that couldn’t float.

Go to the point where inspiration fills you, where excitement stems within you. Where the tail of life is beckoning you round the next corner. Let there be you. Let the world have you, let the world know you. Because you can never have the world. You can never put it into the shape that you so crave. So fling yourself into its open arms. Who are you?

Kiss the lips of your coffee cup and be brave with every word that comes from your mouth. Let it not shout the story of what you so wish to be there. Let it not stare into a void that echoes with your longing. Let it be the brashness, realness truth of nothing more than you could ever breath from your compilation of atoms.

Where are you now? Who are you now?

I am sitting in a coffee shop, asking whatssup – masquerading as a face, hiding behind a screen with nothing to scream but let’s connect. Let’s forget all of the pills of poison you desire that smear why you’re here.

Why are you here?