the dust

-why are we here my dear?
-we have been telling ourselves all our lives that we have to stop this happening!
-where did we forget?
-I am hurt! dissappointed on myself. Aren't we supposed to change something?
-we are limited.
-not with wrinkles and grey hairs pulling down our sexual intercorse chances!
-no, limited by walking sticks and heart attacks or diabetus...
-lets say it: I am dying.
-you know what is really sad? you are dying! and I can not handle that!
-where is the book we wrote?
-when was the most content/happiest moment of our life?
-are we really perverts who never have enough?
-or have we been pretending all this time?

dook dook dook, ba ba dook! BABADOOK!

do we really have to freaking fight with our deamons every single day? this movie left that with me as I found it very metaphorical. there is a time in a day, towards the end of sun light, you ask again? do we have to do it again?? can't we have a day off it? 

than we all complain about being nobody, yet no one seems to have the balls to be somebody. can't leave the city, can't leave the family, can't leave the country. well, OK, have about being happy? no can't do that either. I think we are sick. all of us. Abducted from nature, lost the connection, forgot the meaning.