accept or create fate
Ages since it was, here I am, where am I, how did I get here once upon a time. Ages as it would seem since I last wrote, amongst the energy, still and peaceful. My hand aches at the mere sentence. The last substantial writing was of my traveling throughout Europe. Aimlessly roaming, hurt throughout, chaos ensuing, considering the darkness, making my way through the maze.
Some things never change. Some energy always remains. I find myself with far more time on my hands, time to myself, time to be. How does one foresee, plan or control the abstract unknown. That in itself is imprinted upon my skin, the lack there for, but perception, all is not always what it seems. Words and actions tell stories, but not all are true to nature, one may never know.
Ramblings of another or truths between the lines, words, seems. Out on the interstate, the confessions take place. Anyone, anywhere, any time...
Series I highly suggest; Dexter, Weeds and the more commonly known The Office.
When a woman licks your hair, and proceeds to tell you that you remind her of her dead son, not all may be as it would seem, further more when your senses are sharpened, heightened and mellowed. Like squirrel on crack that has it's eye on the cup-cake. Be. Very. Careful. Alert. Aware. Never. Assume.
What this means to one, surely not to another, from the .01 cent candy days to the .99 cent mp3 time, I recall standing at the Lake Wenatchee state park, picking out 100 candies, all for .01 cent each. Blissfully happy, all by a single dollar. The sun, wind, water, all that once was, but still is, hardly appreciated for what it is.
Betrayal is not all what it's cracked up to be, how rare one truly means harm, but selfish thoughts/feelings/desires/delusions blind us from time to time, it's life, it's nature, it's how we've come to this point. Without struggle there would be little growth, only through the greatest of struggles have true strength and courage emerged. Incurable, this life as it may be, it's one worth living. From one to the next, however it may be, let the imagination be the limitation, in which I have little.
Everyone. The rain, flat tires; energy is of the intensive nature, the reactions had need to take course. Cure over time, age and truly show their form. With time the greater truths come forth, even within not is what one may imagine. The thought, creation, fantasy, is a mere piece of the image.
To whom it may concern; This is not the life I ordered. -- perhaps not all is what it may seem.
Here I remain. Standing. Peering around. Observing. Still. Riding through life, sliding to a halt, accelerating to the line, 'tis my nature. Some things never change.
*grin*
// read with care, not edited or filtered.
Some things never change. Some energy always remains. I find myself with far more time on my hands, time to myself, time to be. How does one foresee, plan or control the abstract unknown. That in itself is imprinted upon my skin, the lack there for, but perception, all is not always what it seems. Words and actions tell stories, but not all are true to nature, one may never know.
Ramblings of another or truths between the lines, words, seems. Out on the interstate, the confessions take place. Anyone, anywhere, any time...
Series I highly suggest; Dexter, Weeds and the more commonly known The Office.
When a woman licks your hair, and proceeds to tell you that you remind her of her dead son, not all may be as it would seem, further more when your senses are sharpened, heightened and mellowed. Like squirrel on crack that has it's eye on the cup-cake. Be. Very. Careful. Alert. Aware. Never. Assume.
What this means to one, surely not to another, from the .01 cent candy days to the .99 cent mp3 time, I recall standing at the Lake Wenatchee state park, picking out 100 candies, all for .01 cent each. Blissfully happy, all by a single dollar. The sun, wind, water, all that once was, but still is, hardly appreciated for what it is.
Betrayal is not all what it's cracked up to be, how rare one truly means harm, but selfish thoughts/feelings/desires/delusions blind us from time to time, it's life, it's nature, it's how we've come to this point. Without struggle there would be little growth, only through the greatest of struggles have true strength and courage emerged. Incurable, this life as it may be, it's one worth living. From one to the next, however it may be, let the imagination be the limitation, in which I have little.
Everyone. The rain, flat tires; energy is of the intensive nature, the reactions had need to take course. Cure over time, age and truly show their form. With time the greater truths come forth, even within not is what one may imagine. The thought, creation, fantasy, is a mere piece of the image.
To whom it may concern; This is not the life I ordered. -- perhaps not all is what it may seem.
Here I remain. Standing. Peering around. Observing. Still. Riding through life, sliding to a halt, accelerating to the line, 'tis my nature. Some things never change.
*grin*
// read with care, not edited or filtered.