The Sushi Brownie

It's funny how once a caged imaginative mind is freed, how outstanding its contributions are when it is shined by others. Let me take on the world with only one hand. Retiring at night smiling, knowingly that everything will be alright in time, for you are holding the other hand. What you say will be forgotten, what you do will be cast aside, but what you make others feel will be remembered.

Golden handcuffs for the man who built an empire but isn't happy anymore. Happiness is the contentment when all personal desires have been achieved. The uncontented can never achieve satisfaction, for they desire more in life. Value deeds for not declarations are to be believed in. All these are about interpretations and perspectives but none about empathy—Terrified, petrified of that loveless marriage.

Each tick of the clock digs up the soil to be buried in, funny how people waste away the privelege they do not appreciate. Modern civilizations are breaking off dependency transitions from boyhood to adulthood. Bouncing back from adversity requires evidence of such occurrence for the belief to take in. Are symbolic substitutes really enough for the complexities needed in human life? Such potential in each child but finger-numbered are those only fulfilled. Time is the only death-tool; we use too carelessly.

The blue-painted oceans and the pink-drowned skies on some given days. Oh, how such scenery can mean so much for some but nothing to the ungrateful. It takes a set of eyes and meaning in life to find joy in the simple things, the things most people take for granted because of their fascinating employments. The shout of the death in the cemeteries gives clues for their longing to appreciate life more.

The induced Ideas of scarcities created the abundance of wealth. Oh, how must the Greed of men be savored until civil war erupts because of the same injustices created by the same men. Fear and Greed are the ingredients needed for the devil to awaken inside of each man. oh, How must the world be, for it to be a satisfying world, for humans are intellectually programmed to crave more than what has satisfied them before.

Men who don't have the courage to walk will never experience the joy and pain of running. Settling in for mediocrity because of fear of failure equals settling inland because of fear in the ocean. Never a man who is a visionary is afraid of failure; they seek adventures; no man in the right mind will do. Visionaries are madmen that long for unprecedented adventures because of their greatest desire to satisfy their greatest beast-appetited curiosity.

Time's of Nights, hollow bottles is what happened. Reminisce filled it all up. Tired, tired, tired. Chrysanthemums or not, still not satisfied and will not be. Well, I could but I can't because I wouldn't. Apologies for expectations. I know its not great, well, it might be but who's to say. Caged in my own thoughts thinking of other's thoughts. What for? Interests fade away quickly now. The best I did avoiding vices, accomplished I did. Chasing materialistic objects for temporary gratification. Unwavering Elysian Dreams of the Idyllic utopia.

Global outreach of advocacies for humankind. Invisible hardships and sacrifices create overnight successes. A white mansion with blue shutters overseeing the vast ocean filled with relaxed souls. What a man got to do for joy? Shining demanding diming for the adequate amount for a clear vision of beauty. Spark'o Flame high and mighty in the heart and soul. Lazy ambitions till sunrise, gone at sunset. Red carnations on top of the pillows beside her when she woke. Well rest now, for unavoidable suffering will come and come again from time to time. Struck of heart, the mind of thoughts, what may be? What could be?

Such pristine gestures from the wicked icon of the ages. In accordance with the wealthy, none became healthy. I carry the curse of the Wild Rose. How courageous one must have to be for human decency is in their hands? Moral carcasses? Molecular distinction of evil deeds is the way around these reoccurring events. Amusing ways of how life creates such connection to each other, we have not yet deepened the study of compilation and accumulation of our actions to divination. Intricate text causes vexation to the vacuous mediocre, inscrutable for such, but provides pleasurable gratification for the creator.