like that it is

when is limited inside is hollow

when is finite is void

when is compressed it suffocates

when is broken are pieces

when dark is hurts

when hurts

it only hurts

like that it is

truth

a handful of emptiness
a chest full of ache
a clarity of an experience

binary is the only reality
and singularity of that very binary is the truth.

is
and
is not

one
and
zero

there is nothing beyond that

sense of senses

i found myself dreaming

during the days with eyes open

for years and years

the dreams of life

life being such,

adventurous, eager, sensitive,

beautiful, demanding, smooth,

happening etcetera

and that very etcetera

was larger than reality

in the recent past,

my senses opened a new feeling.

of reality being such,

full of life itself.

an aroma

a taste

a sound

a visual

a touch

reality is sensual

reality is aromatic

reality is tasty

reality is melodious

reality is tangible, palpable

why dream of the things

which are like a hot air balloon

just blow it

and higher and higher and higher

when i said to you,

wish you were here

it made a perfect sense

such is life:

sensible

sensual

sensuous

between you and me

i noted today,
bonding is not binding
sharing is not lessening
holding is not increasing
supporting is not getting suppressed
waiting is not losing
running away is not winning
accepting is not weakness
such it is and more...
i am thankful and simply more thankful to be here.

the status...

your status message asked,
'why would someone die for a line on a piece of paper...?'

i wondered,
why would anyone die for any reason?

he being LW say in his TLP,
6.4311 Death is not an event in life: we do not live to experience death. If we take eternity to mean not infinite temporal duration but timelessness, then eternal life belongs to those who live in the present. Our life has no end in just the way in which our visual field has no limits.

what do we live for
is measured for intensity
by saying
s/he gave her/his life for it
s/he died for it

it's the passion for sure
it's the life for sure
we live to live

for the eternal thought
for 'my beliefs'
for the flow of life...
for a complete being...

that's some shit
ain't it?

at will... and beyond...

i held on to a line
'life is such'
some day i would say
'life is a bitch'

well
that rhymes and all the jazz
the point is not that

it took long time
for my empty head to feel that
it is rather empty
it took even more time
to feel that the missing beat
is simply because the heart was lost

the heart kept in a cage
beyond a few galaxies
kept 'safe'

i have a daft disconnected head
and a hollow beatless heart

an idea of an emotion
and
an emotion about a thought

i went on in circles

too much of an effort to
'understand love'

how stupid is that?

so here i am
grounded
a good hit of reality
a sense of belonging
a life for living...

wishes are to be willed
i wish
and
it will...

amen...

the difference between your knowing and my knowing...

you know...
i know...

you know A
i know A

but your A
and
my A
are not the same...

you know that...?

you can think
and of course
so can i,
you knowing A
and
i knowing A
is knowing
the same A...

but it is not so...

so it is such...
life is such...

a void of a kind...

what's there to blog?

let me see,
life is such...

such is 'beautiful'
such is a 'yes'
such is a 'no'
such is a 'silent treatment'
such is 'talks'
such is 'coffee'
such is 'rides'
such is 'nights'
such is 'days'
such is 'winter'
such is 'movies'
such is 'love'
such is 'attachment'
such is 'detachment'
such is 'writing'
such is 'feeling'
such is 'insomnia'
such is 'all'
such is life...

there is such which is most of what is
there is such which is most of what is not
there is such which is most of what is wished for
there is such which is most of what is not going to happen from the wish list
there is such which is most of what is beyond every single thing
there is such
a void of a kind ...