Truth Is a Lie

Science is a theory proven by science therefore making it true enough to base where we come from. Because we don’t know. Maybe God did. How can we find out? We can’t.

But how far does the concept of truth go? We’ve created this words and their meanings – but how far do they reach out to others. Is truth really what we think it is? Do some people have insights into different worlds and being back information to tell us but do it sneakily in the form of ‘fictional books’.

What really is language if what only defines it is language?

A thought for you to feed on.

Update The Death

I’ve not written in too long. My Instagram captions always seem to go off on tangents and you like those… but I can never go on a tangent if I want to! I was just lying in bed this evening thinking about how I could stay up until tomorrow doing all the things I need to and only have to shop tomorrow. Only if I weren’t tired!

I’m usually quite afar from my phone at night. It’s probably because it’s the weekend that I’ve decided to just break those rules. I suppose I am quite a healthy person with screen time but recently I found myself emerged in a game and I couldn’t stop playing it! I have three ‘games’ on my phone and I usually don’t play. These devices for me are mostly for interaction not for entertainment.

I have not edited this – which I would like to do. After I have published this post I will edit it and post it to my Instagram all finished (@kittyjadeonline)

What do you use your phone for? Everything?

Some people use theirs to read books but I find that just a bit too far. I love heading out to the library or bookshop and be able to come back and pick up a book. The real pages. And having an iPhone SE (which is the same size as a 5 or 5S) reading would be very hard on this 😂

So yes, I’ve gone off on a tangent!

Books are really special to me. Only in school recently did they start talking about genres and which genre you like the most. I realised that I really don’t have a particular idea of book that I really like/dislike. Weird?

I generally just go to the teen fiction section of my local library (the section which is very small) because no, I’m not an adult and no way am I reading Rainbow Magic 😂

I think some people assume that teenagers are procrastinators and are anti-social, prone to mental health “issues” (a topic of which I would like to talk about, especially its stereotypes). Everyone is different. This is an age where you decide who you want to be.

Anyway, I’d better get back to reading and go to sleep. I have a lot to talk about so tomorrow I’ll write some more posts? Let’s see if I remember 😆

*lots of laughing emojis later*

And if you have been DMing me (via Instagram) for collaborations I will be sending across some drafts tomorrow.

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.’

Continue reading

The Clouds in My Head | Poem

Dark and grey,

It was a cloudy day.

I couldn’t see through it.

It was in my head.

 

Light and blue,

A cloud or two.

I couldn’t see depression.

It was in my head.

adult black and white darkness face

Photo by Juan Pablo Arenas on Pexels.com

Heavy and yellow,

Clouds like marshmallow.

I couldn’t see around it.

It was in my head.

 

No, I couldn’t see through it. 

It was in my head. 

My head has no eyes yet the ones that face forward.

Because you’re never in front, I can’t see behind.

I’m not losing the race for the one who’s blind.