In Moderation

>>You would think I'd have some wacky inspiration hiding behind each title. But the truth is, the simplicity of it will blow your mind.

The confinement of our souls lie within a jar, banging against the glass. We hang there, seeing, but never experiencing. We all know it, but no one mentions it. It's a simple thought drifting through the medium of our minds and plunging it into a think fog of anxiety. It's as if you want change enough to change. We all want it, but no one makes the move. No one wants to be seen as the first person to do it. No one wants a bad image. An image that plasters itself to your skin, stitches itself into your molecular makeup. Your body doesn't respond. It likes the feel of being taken over. It enjoys the pressure of each sewn picture. Of each clasping glimmer of powder falling gently from your cheek bones.

The green is cold. It tickles against your cheek as the sun partially blinds you. The breeze flies through, swaying everything within its reach. It captures you, flying and taking control of your body. It touches your skin, kisses it with its icy lips. Closing your eyes gently, you image peace. Peace that covers not only the earth, but its people. Something that is not one; not one in this society. The sirens ring loudly throughout the area, echoing and reverberating through the atmosphere. Cars whiz off in the distance, honking horns and traffic lights. Annoyed drivers and spilled coffee mugs. Society is far from free. Are they tricking us? Deceiving us? They've given us nature but without the freedom to enjoy it. They've given us things but without the time to use them. Without the mindset to see them.

Lies. Heart filled, reaching, blinding, bloody lies. Searing through your body, but marking you without you knowing it. Their minds are in the dark. The darkness surrounds them and makes them naive. They want out, but they can't escape their natural tendencies. They know something is wrong, but they don't stop. Risking their very image, yet again, for the meaning of something they can't possibly ever understand. Everyday, lives are lain on the battle field. It's up to the rest of us to clean up the mess or take sides. Either way, you're putting yourself in the middle of something that must get terrible before it can transform into something worth while. But when it does, oh when it does, you won't regret the hard work. Our world has yet to see such exertion from the population. It's as if we've given up. Our lives are for nothing. We want money. Large, fancy homes. Rambunctious jobs. Perfect bodies and faces. We're robots, not noticing what God has put on this earth before us. What he truly has given us. Whether being the source or not. Can we deny our luck? We take everything for granted. We take relationships for granted.

Happiness is only accomplished if shared. Don't forget why you're here. Don't fall prey to the darkness that blinds us all. Feel the sun warm your skin. Let the grass tickled your feet. Allow the breeze to brush your hair against your chin. Make yourself live.