sedang
Sedang, tengah, middle, in the middle of
Middle in size, middle in child
Tengah, Sedang
Middle in mind, mellow and mild
The global mass cleanse caging of beings has allowed myself time to fix my posture and wash my hands more often. It has also allowed hours to figure out words are to be spoken, written, listened to, shared or kept. Arranged neatly or puked out hazily. In the middle of it all, I realize its all there is to it. The present we are in the middle of is the middle ground never to be meddled with; Only measured in meant to be moments of selected solitary surprises.
Humans are not masters of solitary. As much as someone wants to believe it, to function even for ourselves we must communicate with other beings when buying medicine or a bar of soap. This confinement is nothing new to myself and many of my close friends who work within the vicinity of their bedroom anyways. Although it has been leaving my whole body itching every now and then to go for longer walks, I smell a faint, stale sickness in the air. It is best not to mess with forces beyond our handling. Having to do things against one's will can be the tipping point for any person. The end of this quarantine will see a mindset mishap reset in many people and not all of it will be for the better. Wafting fear, sluggishness and ritual habit is laced with productive hyperactivity, hope and new testing grounds. The problem is, there is too much time but it is also that we think we have time. With temporizing temperaments, one's thoughts reigns their mind and muscle memories instead of it being the other way around. The calendar dances the days away as I try to work and play.
Earth's population is readily aware of the turmoil we have put the planet under that is now reversely affecting our ability to continue living here. Serves us right, we don't listen. We think we do, but no, not really. On Earth, humans have made money the highest valid currency. A lot of what we do is in pursuit for more of it, although, I think there are many aspects to the human experience that should be enriched before bank accounts, hearing the birds sing must be easier from mahogany balconies than sides of streets. It has been months, even years that we have been standing in this queue going up the staircase a quarter inch at a time but we wait in hopes of change. I wonder if one can remember to open the door for others to walk through over never ending displays of sky rockets and songbirds. We can compete, where the champion wins the crumbs and not the loaf of bread. Even then, you claim your crumbs scattered on the ground, into the house made out of candy, straight into the witch's boiling pot. It is complicated to win a race that has a snake for a finish line.
Yesterday
Middle in size, middle in child
Tengah, Sedang
Middle in mind, mellow and mild
The global mass cleanse caging of beings has allowed myself time to fix my posture and wash my hands more often. It has also allowed hours to figure out words are to be spoken, written, listened to, shared or kept. Arranged neatly or puked out hazily. In the middle of it all, I realize its all there is to it. The present we are in the middle of is the middle ground never to be meddled with; Only measured in meant to be moments of selected solitary surprises.
Humans are not masters of solitary. As much as someone wants to believe it, to function even for ourselves we must communicate with other beings when buying medicine or a bar of soap. This confinement is nothing new to myself and many of my close friends who work within the vicinity of their bedroom anyways. Although it has been leaving my whole body itching every now and then to go for longer walks, I smell a faint, stale sickness in the air. It is best not to mess with forces beyond our handling. Having to do things against one's will can be the tipping point for any person. The end of this quarantine will see a mindset mishap reset in many people and not all of it will be for the better. Wafting fear, sluggishness and ritual habit is laced with productive hyperactivity, hope and new testing grounds. The problem is, there is too much time but it is also that we think we have time. With temporizing temperaments, one's thoughts reigns their mind and muscle memories instead of it being the other way around. The calendar dances the days away as I try to work and play.
Earth's population is readily aware of the turmoil we have put the planet under that is now reversely affecting our ability to continue living here. Serves us right, we don't listen. We think we do, but no, not really. On Earth, humans have made money the highest valid currency. A lot of what we do is in pursuit for more of it, although, I think there are many aspects to the human experience that should be enriched before bank accounts, hearing the birds sing must be easier from mahogany balconies than sides of streets. It has been months, even years that we have been standing in this queue going up the staircase a quarter inch at a time but we wait in hopes of change. I wonder if one can remember to open the door for others to walk through over never ending displays of sky rockets and songbirds. We can compete, where the champion wins the crumbs and not the loaf of bread. Even then, you claim your crumbs scattered on the ground, into the house made out of candy, straight into the witch's boiling pot. It is complicated to win a race that has a snake for a finish line.
Yesterday
duel reality with considerable and even exotic wildlife, that many can sense to some extent or another, how would you really know it exists?
Many people have naturally forming DMT: dimethyltryptamine molecules that target receptors as serotonin, which is more prominent as a child, that allows them to have natural psychedelic and hallucinogenic states and even fantasize about imaginary playmates, so how could you ever be sure that anything sensed beyond ordinary matter from someone else really exists?
There are scientifically proven things like neutrinos and various forms of energy, but that's not as exciting as discovering life right under our noises, although it's hard to say how soon further scientific advancements will occur related to particles beyond our normal visual perspective, while we’re in the middle of something, while we stay mesmerised, let’s stay right here.
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