Touch grass? How about touch my art, NERDS!...please?

"You steal one baneful sword of the Icurass rabbits ONE TIME! OH THIS IS BULLSH*T IS WHAT THIS IS!"

Odd places do we arrive so often without realizing it, down pathways and streets of ambiguity. Things surround us, bind us, and murmur to us often without our knowledge. You may not believe in them but they believe in you.

There's a beauty in the song and dance we perform day by day. How little we recognize such things. Our senses are dulled, our attentions strained like strings ready to break. Oh if you only knew how beautiful you truly dance. Even the most flat footed of us have an allure.

"Tee-Hee-Hee! Where ya going you doodle noodle? You can't escape friendship!"

We are composed of visions and thoughts by surrounding others all our lives. One sliver of paper written upon after the next slipped our way to further add. We are certain to lose some of the sheets along the way, but what a beautiful chaos do we deserve.

The nights are long yet the waters are calm. What things pour downward into ourselves from things indescribable yet sympathetic to our struggles? Yet even in these great falls of murmurs and nudges from those which stare upon us from the otherworldly, are we still so unaware.

"These lines, these divides, these withheld permissions and...rules....what a terrible fate to be so close yet so unreachable...untouchable..."

"I know a secret, yes I do! Want to be friends? Friends tell each other secrets all the time, they sure do! So why don't you be a friend and bring the mask someone stole from me. Whose eyes burn like green fire and see things. Secret things we can share. I might even tell you how to jump over the moon."

...Now...today..I look upon you and I see something akin to...magic. We are more than our doubts, and lowly times as these are simply that...just times. Endure, my friends. Endure with grace so that as you turn back eventually with different eyes..you may be pleased beyond the pains.

All things which fall inevitably come to utter the word...Arbinel.

It means a heart is born...

All things which rise will scream as a choir, and the word they shall say is Arbinel.

There are things out there which go beyond the pride of the mind, the ego of the self, and the arrogance of trivial affliction.

Eyes behind the night, whispers bending like the lights around the event horizons of a black hole.

Revelations pouring off the shattered beacons of leviathan figures, alien and queer, vast and great, like fine powders do from things caught beneath a grinding stone.

High points...mountain tops, and elevated plains offer a tittle chance, a scrap of opportunity to commune upwardly with mangled minds and subdued tongues to the sharp ones above in their valleys of light.

Don't be afraid now...they can hear you.....

...And should you fall further than you anticipated...there are many that will stride towards you in the dark. The mouths of Shulva are well acquainted with the fallen. It's only a matter of time that even seeds buried so deep will inevitably flourish....

...Like a garden...

...You cannot be lost in the sea...if it is where you are meant to be...

Our humanity springs out from within ourselves like water from the ocean....churning, writhing......storming...

We try so desperately to give shape and form to ourselves and our expectations...and what is it that we commit to in this exercise? There are shackles upon us, and we put them there...

And we maintain this silent, invisible imprisonment, guarding over our humanity and individuality which storms and screams through clenched teeth " What did I do wrong? "

We have no answers....we simply chose.

What is your reward for this....?

To be a sharp island in an eternal storm?

What...did you do so wrong...?

Running, ever so running are you. Wound like a spring, ever so impatient, ever so fearful of stopping. You not only run through time but the moments which could have been meaningful...

...Where is it you need to go so dearly? What is it that drives you? Sooner or later...you'll end up at the same stoplight, but will you know that then?

How must the universe appear to you in such a way? So bound, so sharp, so lonely and chaotic? A forever swirling mass of darkness one could easily fall through and never stop falling?

...The universe is a quiet place. It is silent. Soft and mournful. Primordial and wounded. Unconscious yet roiling with every refusal to be known and realized.

The smaller one's visions get, the louder this world becomes to them. The smaller the world becomes, the deeper one's mind becomes entrenched....until it comes bleeding out from within onto the Earth. Any soul unfortunate to bare witness is similarly cursed..

There are minds warped by small worlds, and souls, fragmented, poured into objects and things. Are you aware you are among things that fear silence and darkness yet luxuriate in the agonies of a well lit chaos?

How terrifying it must be...living a life so restrained. So articulately fragile and bound to the things of the play...that the moon can offer no comforts, and a thing as a quiet night can drown a soul to madness.

Art is like magic...what you pour into it, you shall receive in return. And should you pour into it your disbelief's, your self hatred, and selfish desires...you will not receive blessings, but instead scorn in the form of a curse.

You must be sincere above all to yourself and to understand while expression and creation exist in all things naturally, it will take extraordinarily unnatural courage and love to reveal it outwardly.

All the answers are there within you. Twisting and turning in the dark. It is natural to hesitate calling on them for we are all destined to at times believe in little of anything let alone ourselves. Hesitate as you must for a time, but do not stop moving forward. There are things of great revelation and consequence awaiting us still.

Not all tears are wasted,

Not all wishes are foolish,

Not all struggles are ugly,

Not all whispers are silent,

Not all hopes are hopeless…

Have mercy on yourself today. For a single moment of your life, have mercy. You deserve that much at the very least… you do.

"I always did love the way you things move. What fun!"

Often when you think you're at the end of something, really you are at the beginnings of something else.

I think...our lives are full of many endings, and many beginnings. That's okay, because that's life.

And it isn't how many endings or how many beginnings you may have that matters, but the experiences you have had and shared with others along the way.

The feelings you will discover, the joys, the sadness, the wisdom and delights are all there still waiting for you.

What a good feeling it is that I have when I imagine how much more we get to experience, and I hope someday that we will experience it together.

Something new to look forward to.

We can make use of our tears, for no pain need go to waste, nor any moment lost. It is enough that we feel, and everything more that we learn.

We must learn how the wheels turn, what harms us so, and where we are willing to carry that harm, how we are willing to express it and share it with the world. We cannot decide what we will pick up along the roads of life, but we can decide where we shall take it with us.

We must learn to unlearn our faith in fires, in the uncontrollable elements. The belief our passions cannot be controlled...that we are all destined to burn. We must learn the value of compliment and contrast. Of darkness and calm.

Some days I feel it all on me. I feel that weight..and so I forget.

I forget to appreciate what light there is in the day. What warmth can be felt on my skin.

And when I lower my head, I see nothing.

The world is filled with static. Noisy. I want silence but I also want to scream.

I’ve worked so hard and never felt good enough…and I know that’s not true.

You know this feeling too, don’t you? That despite how broken down and filled with static you are…you’re not alone.

And I have seen it…each and every day around us, within us. Each and every moment of our times in weakness….our self deprecation, our warding away any faith in ourselves.

It pours out from us, leaking our sorrows, our wrath for failing to meet our own warped expectations. These pockets of eternity, of being lost, of struggling for nothing..of anger and ill…it is our punishment. This is our wrath made real.

…And I know deep down you don’t deserve to be punished. None of us deserves to believe our torments are the only meaningful reality. We are cursed….so I want you to forgive yourself. I want you to let go…to be free.

It is important to be aware that within ourselves are the gates of our heart. The protective barriers that make up our behaviors and views of the world as well as ourselves.

It is far more important however to acknowledge all gates can be opened, and that for every gate there is a key. There is no lock impervious to this truth.

It's only human to fall away from our faith in things, even ourselves. Some of us fall so very far. Some of us feel alone with our problems, and who we are. I accept you for who you are. You never truly have been alone...It's okay to go on. I believe in you.

You have tried, and I know how hard it has been for you. I know you have doubted, you have struggled, and fallen so many times. I know it's been difficult..but I am so proud of you for taking every day the best you could and being here now. Loved ones give us strength, and there is so much to be loved in you. To be understood and shared with.

I hope tonight as you lay there among the ocean, you will know that no matter how far you believe you have fallen...I know you are rising. We all are.

We're going to take it a step at a time because we can do this right,

a day at a time with the hot trot squad to even the fight.

And if you ain't feeling down to go up the way I know you will,

then take it a step at a time with the hot trot squad, we'll make it real.

"Demons...? Is that what you believe we are...?

Oh..you arrogant child...

We are not here to claw you away from this...life...we are here to liberate you from it.

...but...if pain is how you learn. If anguish is how you determine progress...then so be it.

In agony you will find your truth. In the deepest depths of your despair will you see the path. The unconscious whim cannot be dismissed. The other side of things cannot be erased.

The parts of you that burn...will have been the ones that held onto your pain.

You will not deny your revelation. You cannot unlearn this law. "

I think it’s okay for us to admit now and again that we can be out of our element. That despite whatever eccentric and exceptional things are believed of or expected in us, we are still only human.

That it’s okay to not be familiar with this song and dance. To be sloppy, to be messy…to be yourself and to have a genuine experience through it. It can be an awkward thing, embracing that side of ourselves that isn’t so hardened, so refined.

But you know…I would give everything, would trade every glory, every accomplishment, every bit of whatever ambitious thing this world could offer me…just to have that one moment seeing that part of you. To see you dance the way you truly feel.

That matters more than anything, you know, the way you feel.

So…let’s take it from the top. Breathing out, breathing in.

" And why is that here you bring with you an endless night? "

" Because there is something wrong with me. There is an ugliness deep down..an illness, something terrible. I fear all I can do is wrong."

"There is an ugliness inside all of us, child. Just as there is beauty. All women and men will come to these crossroads in their life for which they must recognize they are capable of all manner of things right and wrong, ugly and beautiful...or they will unnaturally try to defy it. "

It stretched its arms out to the horizons.

" You can seek meaning in all things, but you cannot accept only one truth taken from the lie. Defy the nature of this...deny the other part, and it will poison your mind..it will warp your soul. Even now a moon hangs over your head...yearning for the cycle..yearning to renew. Yearning for the other side of the truth. Things can change. You can change. "

" I can't see it... "

" You could."

" I can't believe it..."

" You could. "

" I can't...change..."

" You could! "

We have given so much for this life of ours. We yearn, for we desire and want...and to admit we want to believe in something, is to open us to an invisible faith. To adhere us to the ethereal and mystifying unachievable.

We have sacrificed so much and searched so long for our peace, we seldom believe these days it is obtainable...or deserved. We have come to see only our errors, our ignorance, and our faults...our punishment. This is our punishment....to feel....alone.

Our bodies continue to age, our culture continues to change...and yet we still have a child's heart. We want for understanding, for our voice to be heard. For our feet to settle and for our tears to dry. We are not forgotten, and we are not lost. We are lonely, and to you, lonely come us. Forgive us...we still want as a child.

The truth is everywhere, inescapable and natural to us. The lie can only manifest in a fractured people, in fractions of a time. Its strength relies on our apathy and anger, on our willingness to perpetuate the illusion until we are too weak to see beyond it.

In this way of life we are all orphaned and alone.

You...child...you wake me up from those terrible dreams. Those whispers of yours have a way of stirring me from my dreadful slumbers.

Like the orbs, the moon..you nurture my calm when the universe to us is so chaotic and terrifying.

I've seen you out there among the clouds and stars, and if you knew...if you truly knew the way I'd see you, then perhaps that guilt and shame would bleed from you altogether then.

I don't see you the way you see you, and you don't see the way I see you. If you only knew...how free you were meant to be from the start.

Hey, ya made it! Good on you! <3

If you like my art, why not check out my other curious, strange, and playful stories/comics, music, and other odd things among other my work here on Imgur. Who knows, It might make for a decent distraction. Knowing I can be some good part of a person's day is one of the few joys I have.

https://imgur.com/user/shanefrost/posts

And if you're feeling especially generous, here's a link to my patreon! Bless you silly dears!

https://www.patreon.com/join/Shane_Frost