Iris Ocean Writing

Purpose and the meaning of life we're all looking surrounded by our fears and our dreams overlooking the time we've left behind  and our lost hopes our young innocent selves now our life blows! Everything falling apart and they're laughing we're dying - can not breathe - we are coughing trying to hold on for what reason? If we betray ourselves is it treason?

Everything's a joke  but you are the biggest fool you see everybody laughing but they're looking right at you. If you were remotely clever you'd be giving it your best while you are wasting time they are acing life's test. You look down on all my choices and my cosy busy life when you're begging in the street you'll see luck is but a lie.

We are born with one name we didn't choose it. We're making an identity and we use it; create online profiles and we lose it. We post the perfect life and we share it a picture perfect lie and compare it fake personality we declare it. But we all die alone and we all go leaving behind just bone all we can show our name on a stone and us below!

When we were young we wore pound shop blue eyeshadow shared peel off nail polish in the playground and sucked red lollipops to stain our lips. When we were young our value was measured in Diesel and Longchamp and you could not join the cool kids if you did not share their body type. When we were young we had to return expensive gifts  to make the money go further; my mother said "I don't deserve designer clothes" and I carried the wound for decades. Now that we're old  we take our kids for shopping sprees we give them all their mind dreams fulfil not theirs, but our old needs. When they get old will they be filled with gratitude, or are we, in turn, getting it wrong and raising broken kids with attitude?

You know when you're in university in a new city and you’re worried about your electricity   bill   so there’s no time to sit still because you’re left will no will to live.  Then you work like a bee without getting the honey you don’t make any money but you have to explain the quotation   use annotation have some thought exploration.   No that’s not exploitation   even with no remuneration.   Do you wonder what it’s all for? If your ideas are not worth more than someone else’s beliefs because he’s been published before? No, there is no light in the tunnel in a system that runs like a funnel towards unemployment   and zero enjoyment. It’s a pain with no ointment to get a job that you hate People will tell you it’s fate you should find someone to mate to continue the species and pay the price, which is to forget all your wishes So why are you doing this in the first place? You dress your words in fine lace   get in the right head space   ...

We build ourselves gilded cages made of shiny baubles and possessions, which substitute a warm touch. The love we wish to receive from others can be directly measured in shopping sprees and grand declarations of self love. And yet as much as we try to adorn ourselves in pretty dresses and fine jewels it is only a mark of the emptiness inside. Every penny spent shows the number of hugs and smiles we wished we got from the people we care about, sprinkled with misdirected promises of the life we wish we lived, but can only see in movies and read in books, whose characters stand for the idealised standards real humans will never measure up to. The romantics among us will spend lifetimes trying to become those dramatic heroes, who show up with flowers and boomboxes under someone's window, only to discover someone else inside that room with the object of our affection, treating them worse than we ever would. They will proceed to spend countless hours asking the bottoms of a series of cra...