I Don’t Know My Body

I am part of my body yet I don’t know how it feels. I have to learn what’s in my body even though I live with it. It’s there, but I don’t understand every cell and I don’t speak to every nerve. I have to be reminded what all the organ systems are, even though they are in me.

My brain has a family but doesn’t know it. Yet I know of my brain. It’s very strange to think that I don’t know if I could have a disease when it’s already in me.

When I was younger, in school they said ‘this is the way your body speaks to you – by nerves’ but I am my body.

I’m in it. I’m here.

I know lots of things but they do not make my brain larger – at least I don’t think so. I know that I am writing this and breathing air but my brain doesn’t grow for every breath.

Then I have my mind. Which is something else. Science is a theory proven by science itself – so can we trust it? Maybe we’re all just ghosts.

Humans think they know everything. They think they’re above everything else. And to make our lives make sense we need to believe one thing: that it is dangerous.

We created these words ourselves but we are not intelligent. We just crave social activity. And, you may be there thinking that you hate being around other people… but you don’t like being lonely. You just need the right people.

And then comes along me, I’m writing this not thinking I’m smarter than any of you. But we’re just ghosts in the end. That’s all we can ever be because science is only proved by science. We could be characters in someone’s storybook, cells in another living being’s body – actually lets not go that far. We don’t know what is real.

I am only ever able to think about everything that relates with this. Because typing it would be making me look strange. There’s no words if it isn’t real.

I’m not great at describing – but I hope this made you think. It’s a lot to get our minds around.

That’s why belief exists. Because we don’t know what’s real or where truth began.

These words may not even be real.

Orange Leaf

Look at us lying here,

Thousands of orange hues on the floor.

What more does nature want of us?

Does it somehow want some more?

 

I’m crippled and dry,

Nature wants so painful to be my die.

A hundred wrinkles in my veins.

And get still whipped by the reins.

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I’m dead I really am.

I’m lying here without purpose.

Yet still you expect more of me?

I’m a clown in a circus.

 

I’m the one people are scared of,

The one they want to die.

I don’t contribute to the funness,

Let quickly be my die.

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Slums of Victory

‘Everyone in the streets were hurrying to and fro; their atmosphere was dark – even the brightest pink was lowered in hue to a brown, there were many clustered around the institutions peeking into the windows at attractions that were deemed horrendously entertaining and without sparing a penny to these poor families they carried along their way hastily to get out of the mess, down the dark, grey roads as if there wasn’t a space on the pavement; however, there was enough space for a gang – they prefered being under horse-foot than under the windows of Victorian London. These were the slums.’

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A Letter To Vegans

The few paragraphs I have written aren’t nessacerily from my personal point of view. I believe that being a vegan is about not taking things from other’s that belong on our planet, and about equalising the world. Being a human is a curse at the moment, but if we all pull together maybe we can make it a blessing.

I don’t care who you are, just be what you want to be and do whatever you think is right.

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To Vegans,

If you knew where your products were coming from such as eggs and milk would you use them? For example, I know this option isn’t available to all of us but if you had a hens or a friend/relative did would you use their eggs because you know where they’re coming from? Or would you still not because it’s shameful that those eggs aren’t fertilized and a child could’ve been born. If I were vegan, I would eat these eggs. I know that they have been forced out of the hen and that these chickens can roam around and have enjoyed their life. ‘Free Range’ on the label is just a way of making the brand look kinder, often this is not the case.

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Milk. If you had locally sourced milk, knowing it’s whereabouts would you still not drink it? Cows give birth 2-3 times in their lifetime (or less) before they are sent to market. Calves grow quickly, and need their mother’s milk only in the first couple of months (or less). So, when the cows are producing throughout the year with no intention would you buy and consume the milk? Humans are the most dangerous animals on Earth. We are not challenged to give up our milk to other species – and to be honest I think that no other animal can consume it (poisonous). Knowing that the cows aren’t forced to produce this milk – would you buy it?

Leather. I’ve done no real research but if a cow is killed for meat (which it is, the majority of people are not vegetarian/vegan) the leather can be used. If a cow is killed surely we can make the best of that loss of life and use as much of it as possible. Would you wear the leather? If it is produced in justice…

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Wool. This is a bit different, not all vegans give up wool as such. A sheep is sheared to keep it healthy, its body not overheated. And the sheep doesn’t have to be killed for this.

The few paragraphs I have written aren’t nessacerily from my personal point of view. I believe that being a vegan is about not taking things from other’s that belong on our planet, and about equalising the world. Being a human is a curse at the moment, but if we all pull together maybe we can make it a blessing. 

I don’t care who you are, just be what you want to be and do whatever you think is right. 

The Road Is a Forest

You know when you are driving down the road when the sun’s out and because of the trees lining the road you get flashes of shadows in the corner of your eye? Well that’s like life. Sometimes you need to stop the car and get out to see what the tree has to offer, and rather than hopping back in the car you should climb the tree no matter how high, or hard, because you don’t want the feeling of regret.
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Sometimes these fears are what makes life better. Show them wrong… climb your tree.
And before getting back in that car, think why you need to be driving when you could be walking or running down the pavement with fresh air tingling up your nose.
Take the walk in the woods. With the trees. With the memories on the leaves. Your forest is going to be so large by the end of your life. You will be planting saplings in other people’s forests and growing so wise and strong. Because those little things that help move the world along are you and your thoughts.
And you may be thinking about how the leaves with fall off every year. They do grow back – but you are an Evergreen Tree. Only the bad memories with fall onto the floor. You will not forget them, and they will be used to help animals stay warm and grow themselves. The bad leaves are what you are growing on, bear that in mind.
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As I am writing this I am in the car. I am not driving, I have stopped. I’ve just had my hair cut, and that gives more space for my hair to grow again…
Like a forest.
Don’t cut down the forest.