smile. im engulfed with the utter sounds of warmth, reaching and touching every end of my bones. who would have suspected this power to be one of chilling effects and yet at the same time, one of ever-lasting happiness. perhaps, the world never stops and wars rage on, but i am content, i am satisfied. this doesn't happen often, despite the instance where i wrote about a certain perculiar happiness i was feeling on this blog for no particular reason at all. no, this feeling, this warmth sinks and falls much deeper and almost darker, into my lungs, my iron lung. simple breaths of inhalations stimulate a reaction within my body with a seemingless powerful uniqueness, but it a disbelief of familarity. i dont reject, but i disbelieve and disinterest myself from this disbelief. for indifference and apathy serves as the best antidote to these feelings of redunancy, and denial and denial. the power of touch and the power abstract, often finds itself under scrutitant interperation, and false diction for that matter. visualize. nature provides wondrous products that i have found intuitive, especially in the sense of apply nature to human nature. consider an aloe vera plant. undoubtebly, the healing and cleansing plant of our age and the age of past centuries, i find it very alluding. this idea of healing by touch that nature can offer, is not available to human nature in the physical, scientifical sense but aren't the masses distant from the aloe for our lives? i think at one point in each of our lives, at least one point, we played this antidotal role as a symbol ready to heal others, yet going unnoticed, unappreciated, but especially untouched. thus, another vicious cycle arises in our system, where natures characteristics can't be seen in human nature. but when it does happen, and when we are noticed, appreciated, and touched, we have experienced an indescriable, unfathomable amount of happiness. however, this does not happen often, and i believe i have entered that realm if not still encapsulated by its warmth, still feel its after-shock. with my failed attempt for apathy for all the imaginary blog readers (on the pretense of judging), i don't care, i don't care, i don't care at all. with that, i give you the unfinished rough draft of the only song that i have learned to love.

the way we heal

lately i ve been feeling thin, but with longer skin

oh would you notice me...?

or maybe touch me?

feeling full of righteousness

its chilling to the bones

ohh, heal me

feel the ah

feel the irony

but so what? its still so beautiful

sing it loud

shout, heal me, heal me and the world

with life and vitality,

its just so green in here

overwhelmed in whats faced as nothing...

i sense darkness here, beneath the surface

i deem abstract near, between the seams

either hear or fear the power of touch, you'll stil heal me.

so feel the ah

the irony

and fall troubled, "where can we find a lonely, lovely soul?

heal me

always heal me and the world