Apocalypse...
  For man, the vast marvel is to be alive. For man, as for flower, beast & bird, the supreme triumph is to be most vividly, most perfectly alive. Whatever the unborn & the dead may know, they cannot know the beauty the marvel of being alive in the flesh. The dead may look after the afterwards but the magnificent here & now of life in the flesh is ours, & ours alone, & ours only for a time. We ought to dance with rapture that we should be alive & in the flesh, & part of the living incarnate cosmos. I am part of the earth my feet know perfectly & my blood is part of the sea. There is nothing of me i.e., alone and absolute except my mind and we shall find that the mind has no existence by itself it is only the glitter of the sun on the surface of the waters.


D.H.Lawrence

Inside looking out!!!

It's funny all your life you go through thinking never will I be that person- the person who has it all yet is stuck looking out for something else. I have heard people say way too often that its hard to know from outside looking in but I stand here to tell you most of the times its the ones inside that are looking out; wondering how those people's lives may be? Don't they know that nothing is what it seems nothing but a mere world of mist. 

Looking out the window or just by staring inside a room of people one lies all alone through the banter and the smiles and all the talks that get silenced out I stand there instead getting lost in my head waiting to break a window and escape. How lovely it would be to escape into that outside plain of mere reality and no longer playing pretend. For once to stare inside and wonder how she is in person and not know that its but an empty shell of a lost soul...