Writings
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“Stability is the worst form of instability. Instability is the greatest form of stability.” – Modern Romanticism
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“Anger comes from individual to society, not due to there being something wrong with the latter, through due to a certain factor of loneliness through which the former feels. Loneliness is the trigger, the fuel, to rage. When people are told to be victimized in their strain, as the only sorts to be suffering, it
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“Turn to that person who is undergoing sobbing, to the person who holds the noose about their neck. You are their strength, their pillar to lean on, as it cannot be them. In your mind, it should not be the case that they’d suffer, alone.” – Modern Romanticism There is no beauty in development. Of
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“Science is not the encouragement of wisdom, in terms of teaching all to learn from their mistakes. Rather, science teaches us to learn from someone else’s mistakes, to gain benefits from someone else’s misfortune.” – Modern Romanticism
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“Think on it. Where is the patience, in convenience? Where does a person find money, when it comes to creating something? Ah, but causation? To cause the swarm of chaos? That’s profitable. People’s emotions are profitable, when easily manipulated. The more you can break down, the more you can plunder from the wreckage. Justice is
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“The importance of diversity is in its expression, of language. Yet, can art be forced, without the burnout of the soul? Must extreme measures be taken for the person of their language to force truth forward? Forcing diversity seems to be what makes the torturous interrogator.” – Modern Romanticism Forcing truth, to the surface of
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“Science has no purpose, other than the benefit for the flawed form. Yet, to make the form perfect, is to also make the mind imperfect. We are insane, when we realize not our own limitations.” – Modern Romanticism Mind and body, where the former is perfect, as the latter is not. No science comprehends the
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Fall Through broken arms Reaching the blood My eyes had carried. In your hair, The strands weave me to your fortune, As I surprise myself To the emptiness of all. Your face, A stream of petals. My arms Drop the leaves, shed from distance. Are you the spring to take me Apart from what I
Modern Romanticism 