tHIS I BELIEVE
"I believe" is such a strong fraze. There are so many quotes about believing in yourself, peace or love. But what really is believing? What does it means? For most of us, believing associates with religion. I believe in you, and saying “you”, I mean mankind. I believe that everything shroud us is on purpose, that everything has a meaning and a lesson to learn. There are no mistakes in this creation, in "you", in mankind. I believe in love, - grow love with me.
I believe in literature, in those who write poetry. “If I stop writing I am dead. And that’s the only way I’ll stop: dead.” - Charles Bukowski. Without art world is such an empty space, we need to fill it up, to make it full of sounds. Art is a sound, a hearing. Art is movement, it’s a move, a move you need to make, to fill this planet whit love and sound. Yoko Ono made so many songs and poems about loving, because for her world was love. When I think about a safe place, the only thing I can think of – is love. Love doesn’t make war. Love doesn’t destroy, love creates.
I believe in nature. I believe the she started everything, and she has a right to end it. There are nothing more beautiful than her, nothing more clear, sensitive and at the same time so painful and harsh. Can faith in nature damage this ritual of love? I'm afraid to damage, to take out the roots, to make something violent to her. Sometimes I`m afraid of my steps, to push her to hard whit my feet’s, to make her feel pain. Step by step, but where do I go?
I believe in Vilnius. I believe of what he's capable of. He gives and I take. But for how long? Sometimes it seems like things and feelings can't last long. Everything changes so fast, so as I do. I can’t count how many times I left my "skin" and ground new back on. My beliefs was different last year, I believe in so many things through my life that I feel confused about it now. I used to believe in others, but not in myself. I always felt like I don't belong here, in this world, in group of people. I never had a place, a peaceful place to stay. I felt like a destruction. Now, that I think my believe started in me. I`m my biggest believe.
You told me that chest hair
reminds you of your father.
Going into his room,
when you are scared,
and listen to his heart beat.
I`ve never bin afraid of my own,
but lately its all I can think about.
How it clicks instead of thumps
on nights that I miss you to much.
Suddenly I remember
the smell of the ocean.
And I`m brought back
to an unspoken understanding
that I have whit universe.
“I stop believing in you,
When you stop being real.”
Sleepy monster,
rest your head on my stomach,
and carry these thoughts
well into adulthood.
- flatsound