It is immense what we oppose ourselves to, all the junk of life that rots on our head and shoulders.

The weight of life an ugly colossal dragging us deeper in the depth of our souls, a tar pit of dirty

money, dirty dreams, filtered hearts, and emotions. I have nothing to offer but the definite beauty

of life. To delicately untangle the thorns from my side, as if the mischief hasn’t enough scraped all

my skin and I am raw peeled back like potato flesh; And from within I cannot even begin the sense

of destruction. It is because the ultimate life, our freedoms, our money, our possessions, because of

unruly love, destructing devotion, all of this like a thousand horses trampling towards the ocean sun

falling into the water. The water like our absolution the sun like our blind eyes, blinded by materials

and worries, a disbelief to see the beauty. Our eyes like the sun melting in the absolution which is

the chaos and greatest filth. It’s serenity a dead end to repeat all the cycle that society bound. To be

hip like that, to have jeans like that, to have the house, and car like that. And why I am so ugly now

is because I had once given my soul on lease.

”At the end we’re all just gonna rot and die the same. In retrospect don’t lease your soul

to strangers.”

Poetry by Vanessa Matic.