The Poetry of Reality

Most of the time, I feel majesty. Rasied above all other livning creatures - Just because of my consciousness.
I'am not. Not at all. I just creat my own situation, in which we all live. A sociaty that depense on our consciousness, expect us to be better then animals. But we are animals - we are (!)
There's so few things that diveds of from animals. We are humans, an animal species - Whit instinks, gruop realtions, and thinking minds.
We choose, to be better - Only because of small details. Maybe we are better, we can to more things, understand what we are and not. But they can to that aswell.
Sometimes I'am to littel to understand myself, and the univers around me, but I know one things:
The univers is inside myself, and it makes me feel alive.

Miss Love

Here I'am, sitting here.
Just me, physical.... But he is on my mind, all time, all day. I miss thoes hands.
There was a time, were I did'nt noticed. I could'nt see it, just could'nt. Like staring through the sky, looking for nothing. Nothing new.
Now I know, I can see the sky. See the inviseabel between the clouds. I can feel his lips against mine. although his is'nt here. I wish he were.
I'am watching my phone, checking emails. This is love, I guess...
I just have to be still. Keep it cool.
But I just can't stop wondering what I have missed... Any way
To miss is to love.
I miss

Silence shouts

I feel like screaming.
Just let go of all inside feelings. Just shout! Loud and clear. I just can't.
Sometimes I feel like my head is about på explode, break. See how all my feelings slips down over my eyes, my intere face. This heavy stream of emotins, which I can't control. It closes my eyes, and that's a releaf.
It's black, and I don't have to think and feel. I'am just there. It's out
I feel unfair. I feel like I have to defend my self, all time. I'd like you argue, I'am just affraid of the consequences.
My shouts are silence. Like blank pages of paper. You could write something importend on thoes pages, but you don't. The are blank.
Emontions, which I keep inside. They'll always say a thousend words, whitout any sound.
My shouts are silnece, but some day you'll hear it.
Loud and clear