Ranting

The pleasure of silence without any care, I think I need long holiday badly. The tender touch of the wind in my hair. Have anybody felt this way;wanting to see everything as beautiful. The blade of long grass dancing in the breeze making murmurs that something will come and disturb this fleeting peace. The smile of a passing stranger making no judgments. Flocks of birds flying in formation seeking sustenance to fuel the high intake of their calorie consuming existence. The kind of silence that will make the thoughts in your head go in different branches covering a multitude of topics and ideas and memes then sudden all have and underlying theme, a theme that is not you, or something that you thought was never you, the thought of doing horrible things for the sake of doing them, murder, rape, mutilation and seeing acts of kindness suddenly shift to the perverse. My black and white is merging and becoming gray, why am I so intrigued by this decadence of my own morals and of the morals of others when I'm sure that it wouldn't make a difference to my outlook and the outlook of others of me. This yearning for anarchy I have in my wants turning to me being the archetype of the system, a dictator who orders the live of other even when I and people who know me know that I could not.

One night a moth flying around saw something that interests it very much, it saw a flame. It wants to be one with it, to embrace it. When it got near the flame, the moth felt pain in it's wing and so it got as far away from the flame it could. Then it found the concept of opposites because it flew straight into an open freezer, where it froze to death and caused many curses to come out of the woman that owned the freezer that has now a moth trapped in deep frost as the woman only opened the freezer again two months later when she got home from abroad.

I am the moth and the flame is words, texts and meaning and syntax. While the freezer is the complete chaos of misunderstanding and no-meaning. The women is you, dear reader.