Letters From The Fallen

Dearest Deidre,

I’m not sure where we are going. It was really great to finally see you after all the years had gone by. We have been through a lot together. Yet still you continue to disappoint me. We once had such high hopes, for ourselves, for each other, for the world

Yet these all crumbled over time. Things began so great, but aren’t things always great before they inevitably would fall apart. We lived in a land of perfection, but the perfection we experienced was just the eye of the storm. The storm whirls around us constantly.

I never knew there was a storm for such a very long time. Things were different back then. I was different. We were different. But I look back. And I realize. Things were almost the same. Exactly. To the tee. We may be longer in the tooth, we may be wider in the hips (wait I’m not a chick), we may be colder inside.

Still it remains. That piece of hope that never dies. We see it in ourselves, some days it shines bright, other days we hold it all in wondering if it still exists. Yet it does in me. I hope it does in you but a lot of times I’m not really all that sure.

Someone told me some things about you. I didn’t believe. I was naive. Funny how we can be so jaded, yet so naive. You promised me false hope. You left me with nothing. Little did you know I like nothing. I am invisible, the transparency is abundant. The veil has been cast.

I will wrap this up now. You need to follow your heart. You need to put it back together. My heart has been healed, along with my mind and my soul. Take the time and say hi to Neil for me.

xoxoxoxo
kyren

SO, this letter is not to anyone in particular. It could be read into and picked apart and well you may think you are Deidre. Most likely you still are not. You see the world is Deidre. Life is her.

We start off so carefree and innocent. We have so many hopes. For life. For love. For how we want things to be. But then the ideals in our minds of how the world should be are broken down by people who want to impose a new worldview upon us. We can personally choose to talk to them. Have a debate. Yell at one another over coffee and crumpets.

still even if we choose not to yell or starbuck fuck these people, these people still permeate the atmosphere with their negativity. I feel it everyday. I see it all the time. People that are just completely miserable and don’t do a thing about it. It poisons us.

people that are not free. they also are a cancer. I dont mean people imprisoned. People who build their own prison and never leave. I am never going back behind my own walls of doom. Nor should anyone.

We, as a nation, need to give ourselves more freedoms. Less control over us. We need to be accepting of all people and not have the government run our lives. We need to get national health care, take those stupid fucking drug ads off the tv, prescription ones that is. We need to show fucked up shit like the commercial in the UK with the girl  sending text messages and dying in the car.

Other then that the government needs to back off. Stop printing money. If you are going to print ridiculous amounts of money, please give me some. Or let me rob a bank. Who would miss it?? God knows where the bailout money went. Lining someone’s pockets.

I am disappointed by people every day. It’s crazy. Still the same people that provide the disappointment can bring me hope, joy, and serenity. For that I say nothing. I simply smile.

 

By SpaceDog 

Day 30 – Death, Doom & The Beyond

I have been at a incredible impasse the past few days, after not being at one for the better part of a month. I have tried to maintain a balance of thing in life, for once any single task, hobby, or overindulgence consumes me, it can quickly become the main and only focus of a given day.

So I played games all day and wasted away yesterday. Was just empty. Then it hit me.

I mean I know when Michael Jackson died, all the people that liked to scream pedophile or scream molester, well mainly all the people that just like to scream, suddenly were screaming the holy train of praise. There are always people that mainly want to hear themselves scream all the damn time.

I do not understand this whatsoever. I can be quite loud and outgoing at times, I can be quiet and passive (yes I actually can hahaha) but for people who toot their horns nonstop just for some airtime to benefit themselves due to the misfortune of another is frankly appalling.

So I stopped to think the other day…..luckily I had quite a long time away from others and the clamoring going on in their heads. Lucky enough to be able to enjoy a nice day out in the sun and lucky enough to actually shut off my own random thoughts that we going on. I had a few disheartening thoughts about things going on in my personal life and then a few happy ones. Back and forth over the great volleyball net of life…..

The thing that got me the most upset though was relatively simple. It is simply a question:

Why are people so satisfied with mediocrity?

The question stuck in my mind for a long time, longer then most and when I tried to push it away it fought back really hard to the point that tears ran down my face. It just became really sad to me that so many people go from being overzealous teens who can conquer the world or anyone or anything they choose to being complete shells of their former selves.

OK so sure, yeah, it is good to grow up a little bit, but when does growing up mean losing hope, when does growing up mean to not take those risks, and when did it mean that your big idea of a weekend out is fish and chips at long john silvers?????

I’m not saying that everyone needs to go out there and find a cure for cancer or that everyone needs to be so fiercely competitive that they will mow down everything and everyone in their path to succeed. A little something in the positive direction would be helpful. Not hiding beyond all your vices and masks and shortcoming and just being. It’s hard to just be. Take the harder road.

Though if you know you want to be a hard ass waste of time and space, then at least provide the world with something. Make them laugh. Humor makes anyone more attractive, because I have not many anyone who does not like to laugh yet and I’m three thousand years old. I should know about these things by now.

Yeah so basically if you are miserable, have no desire for anything more (at all, i mean you have to stop wanting like cock and ice cream and chocolate even) , and are not funny please do us all a favor and end it now…..

Because there are plenty of people who are not here that would die (well come back to life actually) to be in your shoes to have just that one more chance. To do something nice for someone, to share one last smile, to relish the laughter. To just be.

Written By Spacedog