The Cycle of Creation

Every day is the same day
Get up and go
People Dont seem to mind
Routine rewind

Stuck in the endless
Pretending
But we are oblivious

Stuck in the traffic
Makeing money,
Its not always tragic

Fried brains
It will be ok
Grow pains

But

We will never break the endless
We chose to create

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Mono no aware, the transience of Tokyo story

TOKYO STORY Director : Yasujirô Ozu genre : Drama year : 1953 What I respect most about Ozu is that he never needed to use murder and violence to tell everything that's essential about human life - Aki kaurismaki Mono no aware, the transience of Tokyo story If you are looking for an action packed film, this is not for you but if your looking for an emotional and simplistic look into morality, then this is exactly what you need. To me Tokyo story is not a drama but rather a realistically alluring look at mortality, through the simplistic eye of the director, Yasujiro Ozu . Tokyo Story deals with every day family relationships, the film follows an old couple that visits their children in the city, but their children have no time for them and treat them like a burden. The only real appreciation they get is from their widowed daughter in- la...

Crystal sky's

Lights flashing People bashing Impressionistic Love nasty You bruse my soul Burn the silky sky It made me high Our love is empty Vision blurry Between the lines we meet Under crystal sky's I want to touch you I Wanna be between the sheets Of your company Let me be there When you burn out Dark circles My world has slowly intertwined Into your dark state of mind

RELICS : MY VAGUE EXISTENCE

My own brain is to me the most unaccountable of machinery - always buzzing, humming, soaring roaring diving, and then buried in mud. And why? What’s this passion for ? - Virginia Woolf PROLOGUE: Its me and I am in our old living room, sitting on the distinctive orange couch, in front of me a big glass window overlooking the garden, I slowly start sinking into the orange mass, intertwining with stings of white,orange and black, I become enveloped by the sensation of what I assume the feelings of a living room couch would be, i'm not the entire body of it, just a small part. CHAPTER 1 : (2005) Honda civic drives Traveling in the backseat of the car, looking at the moon following me down the street and in between the trees. Between the mumbling of my parents, on the radio - Train- Drops of Jupiter. Recollecting the lamented brown eyed girl, her prominent fringe, the dimples hidden on the...

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