Humans...

We are unique, we are complex, we are human beings. Every one of us, has a particular way of being, a distinctive form of acting. Some humans follow the social structures to live their lives, they have the typical four members of the family, the mommy, the daddy and the two cute little children… oh! and the dog for sure. They live in a perfect five room house with a big yard and lightly windows, in a common neighborhood with perfect neighbors. They have these jobs in the corporative world, to earn lots of money to buy a nice car or pay a trip to Mexico. They dress the same way, white and sky blue polo shirts and play golf on weekends. They enjoy talking about the brand new sound system or the affairs they could have with employees at work. They complain of the way their moms control their lives and how come the sex is not good anymore with their wives. The last game of super ball or the nicknames they used in high school. That is a good life for sure, a plenty and comfort life to interact in the society. Some of us are different. Some of us don’t care about the clothes brand, or the latest top show on TV, some of us just get a grip with a good doses of music or a silent place with a white sheet and a pen in the hand. Some of us are happy to breathe fresh air, to perceive every little sensation that human body can feel. To express those emotion that asphyxiate our thoughts, that consume our minds and disturb our sanity, to draw an paint every singularity of our lives, the first kiss, our first love, the contagious pain of the soul, to expose ourselves in art, in pieces of magical works that explore the very bottom of the heart. Some of us are just quite, stealthy, sad… and believers of something else than this hostile life, something apart of the cynical behavior that we show. We look for something different, we have mystery lives, we penetrate in the anxiety of what we believe is love, not the regular but the true love… the one that show’s up like a shooting star, instantaneous and immediate, the one that you can feel with every little particle of your body, the one that makes you get gooseflesh, the one that you can smell with your eyes and see with your heart. These people I’m talking about are like you and me. The superior spirit in a week mind, the talented brains in a square world, the sensible people, the converters of human decadence in beauty pieces, the emotion followers, the smart minds without sense.

I believe that I am made by words, and this words reflect who I am, and I am nothing, nobody compared with the immensity of the universe, but I know for sure that without me it won´t be the same. And that for, this is the way I want to let you know that we all deserve a chance in life, a chance to progress, grow and become infinites.

Jessy J. Mount.