(Source: xerosis)
from AnonymousThe world is turning, but I’m standing still, frozen to my feet, a motionless point in time.
No waves of emotion, just stuck in the stagnation of life.
No purpose but to sit and be patient for something to happen, somewhere, sometime.
We’ve contrived our lives with societal drivel. Eating, sleeping, smoking, and shitting, conforming to the decrees of a man whose hands have never met mine.
Although I do mind to ask this chap that if in his filching (in the form of taxes) when he would recon to offer some of his silver back.
Because it’s in his hands we’ve made this era to which we are slaves to the mundane; a drudge in the houses, estates, and capitols of our avaricious lords.
But what gives me more delay to the belief of the intelligence of homo sapiens is the acceptance of the oxen’s way of life.
like the farmers cattle we are put into a yoke of which we bear all our lives, and after silence touches our tongues, our children bear it on their backs.
But we are the stewerds of culture and society. we create our reality. So be an oxen, a slave; or be a human being. Make your decisions not according to society but your sixth sense..
Morality.
