Placebo < I've had this feeling lately
Since the past two days... where I just feel plain akward not speaking with love backing up all my words
especially to loved ones.
It could be just Me
but, when I talk apathetically to them
I feel like something outside of me is judging me, on the art of life in this case it addresses it's low form aesthetic crisis,
I get the weird sense that life is art to master
much like Jesus, or krishna, allah
but, SOMETHING? calls me out for my arbitrary acts
and seperates me from my victom
from whom ever must stand witness to my elementary art of life
I reprove, it counter favors... but it's never quenched
and I can only discribe it like an invisible refferie who whistles between the players... until quickly the game of jostling continues... This especially happens when caught in others arguments
I just feel intensly akward watching our unique place in time where, my gestures of kindness, love, compassion all become swept undertoe- and our momentary lives cast long shadows over eachothers mind as we pass between place to place
as if all connectedness just becomes sucked out of the room
or am I just going bonkers? :lol: