Oskar Roux's Rambles in Shambles

If a rainy day was every day Then every day would be mine. If every day, was a rainy day By me, that would be just fine. But if a rainy day was every day. Would it still be special to me? Or if every day was a rainy day Would that dampen the joy for me? ~ Oskar Roux @Ozman_13 on twitter @Ozymandias13 on instagram

As we float completely inept of our bodies and consciousness we find a different, altered state of being, more pure, true, and free. . . . Free of judgement, free of harm.   Our souls at ease because of inebriation. Fear of hurt fear of pain, .yet, that all seems meaningless and quite mortal. For now, we feel free, immortal and unchained from despair, from life, from disappointment and also disappointing, the ones we love, the ones we hate and even the ones we’re still meant to love and those who love us. For this universe is vast. Greater than we could ever imagine. For the love we have, have lost and are still to gain is minuscule in comparison to the history and future of our civilisation and what we stand for. According to Darwin, we aren’t meant to live yet according to Aristotle and Kant too we are a species bread to survive. To help one another for the greater good and also to help one another for ourselves…. With pardon of course. For what’s right to some is foul

To captivate someone the way  You do Is an art form many never learn to master. With eyes deeper than the Marianas trench  Your being Just draws me like a moth to a flame. To make someone feel the way  You do me Makes me wonder how many ages you've experienced. A soul so ablaze no person would know you and not be warm. The strength of nations upon nations To carry the weight of the world And grow. The confidence and grace that You move With, can't even be challenged by Aphrodite herself. With cheeks if crimson and eyes of ice Your joy Makes the rest of life seem baron. Leaving me  wanting Craving Thirsty Starved And lucky To know a woman of your sheer  Prowess. ~ Oskar Roux @Ozman_13 on twitter @Ozymandias13 on instagram

The idea of a perfect plan for life is one that’s floored in every material in every way. It begins much like a seed. In good soil with good intentions and seemingly the right influence. Sun for photosynthesis, nutrients to supply the food for growth and water. Enough water to rehydrate invigorate but also it can drown. The water you see isn’t merely water it’s the plausibility and possibility we strive for and see in our faces every day. “Be who you want to be”, “The sky is the limit” “the only thing holding you back is your imagination”. But what if that isn’t it. What if being who we want to be gets put down, changed and made to be realistic. Like a child following the instructions on their Lego instructions: they put M8 on T3 and piece that together with pieces 5, 6, 7 & 8 etc. until their puzzle is complete. Complete to resemble the same thing that the other kids build, or the same one that their parents before them built. Built to last, built to fit, built