Contemporary, Occasional Humanity

A new world is in order.

The kind of world where time stops,

Humans communicate through the pulse of a heart,

Souls emerge and bond with the thoughts of apathic happiness,

Minds combine and collaborate through the rough waves of each 

Fleeting meloncholic moment of this frantic deliverance.

It's a kind of world

Where people time travel through the past and future,

Experimenting and binding to the 

Past selves, past lives.

It's the precious moments with childhood imaginary friends,

Feeling accepted in adolescent coteries,

Experience heart ache at full strangulation.

Through these moments,

The kind when time stops

And the surroundings are visible yet in an opaque light,

The questions appear in the thoughts

Of the lonely nomadic adventurers

However, 

Eagerness has come involving the future.

The answer, to which was held, is ready to be released.

Both Death and life

Are the similar ideas

Of the conspiracies of the 

Thoughts that plaque the minds

Of the meek and mild,

The naive and controled,

And the mere fact that

Life,

With all its perks and clamities,

Is not a trifling matter 

But a pure trip of the drug that could never be fabricate by man 

Because man, 

In all its glorious advantages, accomplishments, creations, 

Is nothing but a mere mortal with typically deceitful intentions.

What I want,

What is need,

Is to reach that peak of existence to where I feel so infinite that

Actually,

I don't exist at all.

Maybe at that moment,

I will

Become a deity,

A god. 

But do gods, God, even exist?

Maybe, but i doubt that since if I was a god.. Everyone would question how i survive : 

You either believe 

Or you don't.