Dancing With Demons!

Money

Friends

Life

Perfection

Drugs

Laughter

Travel

People

Love

Pain

You

Me

Them

This part of his life is called ‘dancing with the demons’. In this part he just goes out in the dark and dance, when he dances he knows that it’s the darkest of him. He just lets go the bond which help him rooted and attached to the good. He just loses it because somewhere far beneath and inside the ‘me’ is dark and wrong itself. He wants to breathe in some fresh air not polluted by the ‘good’ things in life.

Just now he got that feeling, while thinking of good and bad. He just realized that it will be much easier to just let all this go. He just has to get himself into that shell again. No one can see him, no one can hear him, doesn’t want to be seen and neither wanted to be heard ever.

Little shuffle in his priority list wont hurt anyone.

He has become a satellite, just revolving around with his dancing shoes on. Come on, that’s not fair. There must be something beyond reach. Stuck in a moment, and you just keep staring on it with all the longing. Just to the point where your eyes starts hurting so much that you just stop, wipe those eyes and start travelling again.

Sometimes he wakes up, and sees that a lot of things which were there, are not there anymore, and he starts missing those things. Maybe he himself is not at the right place. But then he is already awake and has lots to do to make a kill. To kill time is the best thing he learnt in last few years. Puff away all the insecurities and frustration. Get stoned and then think about nothing as if no one matters any more. Things which matter are just at hands reach. Pick up his phone and get all the ego massage he wants. It’s pretty easy this way.

To feel loved, wanted, envied, paid for has become his own version of ‘way of life’.

Try acid someday, half a stamp. It’s more than enough to enlighten you. Or try coke, few lines and you are there with gods looking down upon lesser mortals. Be blessed that weed is natural and cheap. Get freaking up and come down hard to get up again. Dance all the while, just let it go. Let go all the fear of losing someone you love. Don’t listen to stupid lyrics just listen to the music, see it, watch it, feel it closely as the beats take the frequency up and down, move with that, move your thoughts with it. Just don’t die of OD :P

Just get wasted, used and thrown out of everyone’s life, like a garbage bag, full of things they don’t want. Just do it for the fun which everyone will get out of it, including you. Strip to nothing and let them see the real you with all the perfection and imperfection. Let them laugh at you, let them use you, let them tear you; let them split you into many.

Dream of that perfect future you used to dream before, don’t miss anything. Dream and get hurt. Bleed yourself. Don’t move on. Stick to those memories. Let them drive you to oblivion. Let them make you rich, let them make you even more powerful, let them make you more lonely.

Just let it happen!

Just live!