Oh, life… drown me down the river of my thoughts and let me learn to swim.

_theManushya

Sometimes I’m scared of getting lost, but sometimes I’m okay with it. Infact, sometimes I wish get so lost that I don’t realise I’m scared of getting lost.

_theManushya

take of my head, and shoot it in the sky for I want to feel the wind, on my face and my eyes..to feel how it feels penetrating myself, floating high somewhere there, where the crowd is replaced by molecular pressure of the celestial objects, smashing my delicate pieces and bruising every thought of comfort which manipulates me into the play of living3...2..1.go

_theManushya

TOKOPHOBIA

Prints

Prisma

Spilled ink

There is an urgency for critical analysis of layers of these energy-hungry tissues, one over another, placed in a way to explore something different everytime the world needs to be moved. This composite structure made up of the very elements of this planet, dragged through the consequences of do’s and don’ts of our own ancestors. Reaching here at a point of numerous theories to strive meanings out of this existence. Learning and taking actions, creating situations for our children to get dragged through the consequences of it. We are the ancestors of the days ahead. Spilled ink in the book of evolution.

_theManushya

This is how you end up with incomplete intervention and forced conclusions. All meanings and beliefs that have ever existed cannot answer all questions about the meaning and purpose of universal consciousness. Faith exists to put people at ease and justify their sanity. After all, what matters? There are numerous interventions, conflicting methodologies, incomplete answers, and frustrated people. In the end, we open our eyes to accept this dark, desolate, empty space we find ourselves in. The habit of a sane man is to discipline everything, even the disturbing and unsettling thoughts in his head. Is it sanity, then? Or ignorance?

_theManushya

Emily Dickinson via letsbelonelytogetherr

unsaid

“I think it’s very healthy to spend time alone. You need to know how to be alone and not be defined by another person.”

— Olivia Wilde

Im lost in the dust all around and everywhere, imagining the journey it has travelled and yet to carry. Sometimes, I feel this comfort in the suffocating criteria of human practices, questioning the accepting nature of however the days unfolds and sculpt me. The complexities of the dripping emotions desiring something and abandoning others simultaneously. This overwhelming electricity inside the spine sparked by the air around, the air respired by every living being on this rock. The longing for the answers to the questions of the differences, the differences invented by one particular breed. The feeling of not able to express the feedback through my finite senses. The realisation of existing amongst the numerous lived, living and going to live.

Excuse me. Where is the turn off button?

_theManushya

— Major Lazer, Justin Bieber, MØ; Cold Water

“I think you lost all interest in this world. You were disappointed and discouraged, and lost interest in everything. So you abandoned your physical body. You went to a world apart and you’re living a different kind of life there. In a world inside you.”

— Haruki Murakami, 1Q84

It is expectations that blinds you from being here in the present, it is the desire of happiness that keeps you away from being happy. You can't achieve happiness, as the thought of achieving it will always make you miserable and make you question the worth of your efforts for achieving it. Infact, accepting the authentic emotion in the moment can make you embrace yourself and bring the feeling of gratitude for mere existing here.

_theManushya

People say drugs are addictive...let me tell you the story about my anxiety and midnight dancing on my rooftop under the moon and the stars. I overdose every night.

@mkvx

oh baby, how I wish it was you on my lips everytime I smoke a ciggerate, killing me slowly with your love.

_theManushya