Alien Life

Alien Life

                                       

After days of thinking, I'm still unsure whether to close this blog down. But for now, I have an issue with the world.. which means I need to get it out there. I'm not writing this post to paint a pretty picture in your head, I just want you to let me in for a few minutes..

It's approaching 5 in the morning, I'm lying on my living room floor. Flicking through channels, and at this time nothing is on but teleshopping and the news. So as I flick through, channel after channel I see big bold letters with price tags trying to feed me into buying their fucking stupid useless items. Flickering images of war, riots, explosions. Men in suits speaking to reporters, speaking way too appropriately. So appropriate that the facts from their words no longer mean anything..
They're not becoming less important and speaking more simple for anyone.

So.
Seeing all these greedy humans trying to claim victory over eachother got me thinking. We're so focused on finding life outer space. But I dread the day aliens come to Earth. I think it'd cause such an uproar, the world would go into frenzy. I wish I could be on another planet, I really don't think any other sources of life can be worse than ours, we all live for self importance.

Fucking humans.

We ruin this world.

If outer space life landed here, everyone would be trying to claim it, kill it or lock it away.
Religion would be questioned.
The only humans they'd be in contact with are men in suits, trying to lock them away.
You know what's hilarious? Us humans are aliens ourselves, except the worst kind.

We're a world built on greed, a puppet to self importance.

"We come in peace".

I'm sure that cliche saying would never leave humanities mouth, grab what you can and slice these beings for science. Humanity would show the worst characteristics possible. Do you understand? Remove outer space life from the equation and see us for what we really are.

I hope by the time aliens find Planet Earth, it's too late. One day this world is going to be just a ball of ocean. Everything and everyone we ever seen or touched crumbled all to sea. Fish are the dominant. Because no matter what water will always rule the world, the creatures of the ocean have it all. They live forever, but they have no words. They have no speech. They're in the truest definition of freedom.. they don't know what evil greedy beings are trying to hook them from above. To sell them, eat them. We're a fucking joke, we even kill animals to eat. We kill them to sell. We KILL beautiful sources of LIFE for our own pleasure. You make me fucking sick world, my hatred for the people is strong. The ocean is another world to me, but we're just living in opposites. I can't wait to sacrifice my body to the ocean, it's all for you.

they'll swim through my bones and break a floodgate through the passage of my rib cage

lagoons widen as concrete and stone descends through water and forms homes for the oceans deepest creatures

I'd do anything to watch the world flood, and laugh at the puppets of self importance sink

struggling for help, but never helping

you sink at your own greed humanity

you can't scream underwater, you're at equal with the ocean

FINDING LOVE THROUGH A WORMHOLE

FINDING LOVE THROUGH A WORMHOLE

                                  

We all have strange thoughts, right? Well let me share this with you.
It's 02:21 in the morning, I'm outside. Walking.
I do this every night to keep me thinking, to challenge my brain. Just walking, stopping. Saving notes. I not long ago I approached a hill right at the end of the runway / airport I live by. It fascinates me watching these huge planes fly right over my head, then slowly rotating my body down the hill to watch it fly away into the distance. Until I can't see it anymore. I smile, laugh. They look like little toys in the sky, so small. Though I bet I'd say the same if I was up there..

Nights like this always sprout from the struggle of understanding myself. It's crazy to think my brain is the soul of my existence. My body is just there to test it. Tweak it into moving myself through life.
It made me think.
Everyone you see, you can't read because you're just looking at their bodies. Your judgment is from how they operate, how they inhale their cigarette. How a person grips onto a picture of someone they're mourning. The way a person's facial expression shows emotion. Crying, smiling. But when it's blank, what do you read?

Now, imagine this.

The myth is, everyone has a soul.
You can't find it anywhere, you can't have it cut out of your body. A soul is everything you are, and when you die it leaves you (or so they say). I've always imagined a soul to be a beam of colour and light. Like when you leak ink into clear water. Exactly like a wormhole in space.
So as I'm lying here, looking at the stars, on black canvas.
Imagine this.
How beautiful would it be if all walks of life were a representation of the stars and the wormholes they clash through. So you couldn't actually see a person anymore, it was just this beam of light. No words, nor bodies. Just beams of light all clashing into eachother finding out personalities through clashing. A never-ending black canvas of colour and light, they linger on and never settle until they find their soul mate. It's like taking out the eyes of humanity and using their personalities as perfume. All crossing paths with sense of smell. On this idealistic black canvas though, life is just beams of light. Leaving trails of their true colours behind them. Swirling through one another. They find themselves through finding someone else, then they can settle. Blending into a more dominant gleam of light. Purity at its truest definition.

It's such a pleasure to cross paths.

Clashing through so many paths of life, so much colour and light.

I see through them all, and they're all so bright.

But you're brighter than all of the others.

- Wake. I'm in the material world now. Planet Earth.
It's sad to think one day I will clash with this ideal soul, but the model and sculpture of their body is the main judgment of whether it's meant to be. I wish space was a representation of how all walks of life could seek their soul mates. The idea of everyone's head, the brain of people all opened up and morphed into this beam of light. Ready to cross paths, with no judgment. Except for their frame of mind.

It was a pleasure to cross your path, but back in the material world.. your genetics tell me otherwise.

We all search on.