I really feel like blogging today but I cannot even manage to write a single sentence without making grammatical mistakes so I decide to write rapid succession of nonsensical sentences. Sometimes we need to express our personal literature without the latching of grammar and common sense. You may call it 'rapping' or 'freestyling' but I rather call it rapid succesion of nonsensical sentences. So be it. So be it.
My hands are full and my feet are sore but my dreams are wide and big and bright. Rain will fall. Rain will fall. Fear not. Strive. I slip and fall, slip and fall. My hands are full and my feet are sore but now my dreams are not wide and big and bright anymore.
I pick myself up and run towards the light. My sons are sick and my daughters are dying. Worry not my children, our dreams are nearing. Our dreams, it will heal your sickness my love and will keep you from dying. My friends are sick and they are leaving. You will see, I tell them. You will see me beaming.
Oh yes my dreams are near now. My sick sons are leaving, my daughters are almost dead. Don't worry my love, for your love and sacrifice, I will lend you my bed. May you rest and wait. Rest and wait. Don't be sad. Enough! Get yourself up and fight! Get mad!
My friends are mad, they are scared, they want to attack. They want to reach the dream I set. They want to dampen my strength and make me sad. I will persist. I will attack them with brutal silence in form of a hiss. Better this than offering them a kiss.
I pick myself up and run towards the light. My sons are mad, they are scared, they want to attack. I will insist. This fight is our fight remember? This is our dream together. I should be sad. I should be mad. I should attack. I am not scared. Hug me now and share my dream or leave me be and see me beam.
Oh yes my dreams are near now. My daughters are dead. They lay motionless on my bed. I will carry on your struggle my love. And live in the valley of dreams. My sons and friends are restless. They know my dream is nearing and they see my face almost beaming. They are sad. They are still scared. But they are too tired to attack. They sang a white song and leave me be. They hate to see me glee.
Yes! My dreams are here. My dreams are here. Come my sons, daughters and friends! Come here and see me glee. Worry not I will lend you a shot. Where are you my sons, my brave sons? Where are you my daughters, my delicate daughters? Where are you friends, my most loyal friends? Where are you now? Are you too sad ? Too mad? Come here now and beam with me, I have no regrets.
Where are you my sons?
Where are you my daughters?
Where are you my friends?
Where are you?
Where am I?
I am not beaming, I am not happy I am sad. I am empty I am mad.
You are not laughing? You are sad? Why are you not mad? I ask them.
Because you are not beaming, you are not happy you are sad. You are empty you are mad.