i don't like to think quite a lot
because i just get disoriented by my thoughts.
they become
so real and hyper and disturbing that
my life becomes a living nightmarish fantasy.

but then i realized
that my mind is like a fertile soil.
though it is fed by piles and piles of dung,
it brings forth life and sustains the creatures that depend on it.
so in essence,
every living creature is fed by that thing
that disgusts us.
that thing that we call funny names
to describe a deplorable mess
we get ourselves into.

that thing that we call shit.


you see, not everything should be beautiful
for it to merit our appreciation.
sometimes, the ugliest and the most ungraceful
are the things that will challenge our mind
to wander around an unfamiliar land,
where things are the considered nightmares
in our perceived reality.


in your mind, take a long look at the monster whose cold,bloody eyes
pierce into your darkest being.
have a chat with the ogres and the centaurs
that are waiting for their next prey.
tread the burning bridges,eat the poisonous mushrooms,
bathe in the sulfuric waters, breathe in the
toxic gases....



numb yourself with pain and fear....



and treasure the experience.

get out of the comforts of your mindset.
explore the unknown, ponder on the impossible,
dwell on the darkest and innermost
folds of your mind.
face your demons.
and embrace them, too.



then use that strength and wisdom that you gathered
from the extraordinary experience.
they will be your armour in the ultimate battle
you'll be facing sooner or later on:


your battle against your self:


your war against your self-imposed limitations.
your imagined weaknesses.
your conquerable fears.



so don't throw away that bits and pieces of dung
that you call "thoughts"
that pile up on your head.

let them rot.
let them smell.

your mind is a piece of earth remember?


let the "dung" do its work.