Pixel

It’s been a while
You know it’s true
Since, the term
conversation actually struck
you like that last shot on the house!

You don’t know them
That’s what seduced you
You have no back history
nor any present attributions
that regards them
This is beautiful!

It starts, this conversation phenomena
You physically feel it
Damn, it has been a while

The subject of is no importance
but it’s of great commonality
The vagueness of those
engaging in conversation
makes it even more
interesting, more adventurous
since no lines are drawn,
no hindrances
no restrictions

When was the last time
you actually thought
before you uttered?
When was the last time you actually
spoke out of interest?
out of curiosity?

Escape that bubble of yours
that restricts your talk to
digital pixels, you’re not pixels!

You are way more than little squares
making up the whole!
Your whole is made up of a voice
a heart, a narrative of your past
mannerisms, gestures, features…

Each word is articulated in a way
that fancies your mind, you are actually thinking
Each word is conveyed with an indefinite perception
indefinite meaning..
Are you enjoying it?

Why do they say
we “carry a conversation”?
Carrying implies a burden
some effort exerted to do the act of carrying
Conversations are light
and deep depending on the parties
involved
They can go from talking about
fireflies to political conspiracies
to the silly mysteries of human nature
That’s the attraction, we enjoy
the carelessness of it all, we enjoy
its ambiguity

But we don’t “carry” we “engage”
Much better right?
Wait, here’s a thought
How about we say “let’s light a conversation”
Now, that is luminous and oh so
sexy
Light that cigarette,
Speak!
Oh how underrated is that word
Articulate
Oh how gorgeous is the sound of that
and
Express

Show me can a
pixel
do that?

Can it make your thoughts
dance in the haze of smoke
coming from those resting cigarettes
between your fingers?

I confidently
doubt
that!

Pixelated Smoke

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Neurons!

Those days where your thoughts go wandering
in the deepest darkest corners of your mind,
to excavate those memories, almost decomposed

It’s not you wanting them to do so,
They just have a mind of their own,
They have a plan and a map of your brain

Some days, they just awaken from their routine slumber
and carry that stupid map of your memories
embedded in certain neurons

Those neurons that you so likely wanted
to kill to the point of extinction
They go, they seek and they find them

Your brain, fights the urge, your brain sets obstacles
to keep them away from finding these memories
under superimposed layers of time
Your brain becomes cloudy, it wants to become blurry

These neurons harvest the past of YOU
Your time in a certain time,
They became richer, with what you fed them
even though at that time, they were like any other neurons
they were dormant and going on their day

But now, they have baggage,
Is that what makes you have that weight?
have that richness?

As they go around finding these neurons
fattened by memories.
They ask them to sit and as they search their luggage
Your brain becomes in a state of remembering

Then your rational being, stops everything
Do you want to remember?

Sometimes it is pretty awesome to
dive in that certain state of nostalgia
this haze of time travel mode

Sometimes it’s haunting
and you want to exorcise them demonic thoughts

You want to escape that bad trip
and wake up to
where you are
what you are
NOW
No matter how messy
chaotic, trashy and lost you are

Your greatest challenge now
is to go on this adventure of self discovery
You might be disappointed
You might be delighted
but at the end at least
You will find out
what kind of soul
this body of yours
harnesses

Your messy Brain