piece of mind

Nothing can make things complicated than minding what's there to mind or not to. We are all in constant search for our sugar-coated reality which constitute, inarguably, of peace basically unless you're not one of those who belong to this generalization, in which case you are somehow an alien.

Of the many philosphers who philosophize (slash) theorize (slash) objectify (slash) make understandable (or perhaps, in most cases, not) whichever human-made system, none to my belief came up with something that umbrellas all of our everyday concerns. In other words, they all come up with just these pieces of thought and it's still up to the rest of us to make it worthwhile or rather figure it out to fit in our routines.
Many questions, many babblings, many issues and idiocracies have lead us to these hellish frustrations. What was made to be a solution, truth or explanation leads to doors of mindings. Now why do you question why the least-likely-to-be pessismists are afraid for their feet to touch the ground?

fiend

Adorned now torned
So glad for us to mention
Cheers for the old times
Cheers for today
For what despair eats you up inside

For the heart you wear around your neck
Unfeeling and untrue

Count the ways you mock
Multiply your hates
Of little things and senseless roots
Of jealousies and hidden truths
Again eats you up inside

What ails you to your misery?

Tell me your troublesome tales
Unmask infront of me
And nowhere else
A villain forever hiding
But ever conspicuous to my eye

For it’s the heart you wear around your neck
There I see it choking you
And out comes your black tongue

Rubik's cube

Much that has been written, seen or quoted were things misunderstood most of the times.
The deepest of people, at least for how much they claim they are, may not be the smartest and the truest. Perhaps there’s a certain level of sensitivity they are apt to unlike the rest of us who would afford to be numb to the world.
There are people who’d prefer to seat in the last row, with all autistic gestures, but that doesn’t mean they’re anti-social or stupid in any sense (come to think of it, maybe it’s you they find uninteresting).
Those snobbish folks wouldn’t necessarily be a better option than your nagging grandma for what secrets or twisted pasts lies behind their unrolled tongues.
That white-bearded beggar across you could be younger than you think he was (or “she” was, however unlikely).
Those mice inside your closet wouldn't be dead by tomorrow when you assumed that the rat-killer would be that efficient.
Your graceful musings in the park in daylight wouldn't be less picture-perfect for hungry goons around.
A man who who pleaded guilty doesn't mean he is just as the man who pleaded innocent.
It doesn't mean that you have more sanity than a man who spent 30 years inside an assylum.
The Crucible (Winona Ryder), The Life of David Gale (Kevin Spacey), K-Pax, Passion of the Christ (Jim Caviezel), Count of Monte Cristo… (And sooooh many other films, essays, be it fictional, historical and personal events) has inspired me in a lot of ways.
Man is prejudicial owing to much of his experiences and logic that he speaks of. I have nothing to say against this tendency because I am of one being too. The thing is it shouldn’t be a reason to call it our natural mistake. Should there be more room of understanding and less righteousness for us fools is unquestionable.

sweet clamour

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