wondering, mumbling and a world crumbling

butter wouldnt melt in the mouth, it could be said, but what when the jaws of hell have been opened? the air is hot, and a stifling wind creeps through the air, and sweat flows from every pore. there's an intensity in the air as of an emptiness before something terrible happens. but are we worried? hell no. and the heat's going up, but we're just lying in the sun... catching rays, sun-worshipping, life flowing away faster than you can breathe. ...if you glance towards the skies you might see the lovely butterflies, but as they soar gently closer to the sun they begin to melt, everyone. like little icaruses they feel they can break all the bounds of limitation, and physics matters not to them (even if icarus was plaigiarising firnas bin arnas). like moths around the flames, and that golden-hearted man still stood there, trying to catch them with his bare hands, out of his love for them, but he's not responsible for them... so they begin to drip, drip, melt and fry to a c...

a word, so fast. seemd like it'd gone before it'd even been heard. man lives to keep his pocket overflowing, or to keep food on the table, and kill the enemy, and just be at peace. really? that's the aparent, but false nature of it my friends. we're zooming along here faster than the speed of a bullet, through galaxies, and it's just getting faster and faster. so when will it just stop ? when you stop and think, that everything will continue never-the-less, no matter what you do, cos you're quite inconsequential in the grand scheme of things, then it is a blow to the part of the self which tends to think 'the universe revolves around me'... and still, what can you do? you cant change that or anything, so mayhap if you think about it, the only way to balance it all is to change the self , and come to acceptance. not so hard? the self says 'i can do that no problem', and at the same time questions whether or not it's worth wasting any energy. ...