A juxtaposition of mortal souls defies the logic of... Yes.
A fine line.
A clear distinction.
A Place and time of utter fertility.
Fertility of thought.
Older than my days
Younger than my life.
Forever seeing
and never knowing.
We live in a paradox.
Everyone lives.
Everyone lives to escape death.
Everyone dies.
So few understand.
Comprehension of place.
They know the way,
The way of life and death.
And no matter how they try,
Try to live life to the fullest,
Everyone fails in the grandest of ways.
They fail themselves into quiet graves.
I know my place.
It's a place of a failing equilibrium.
A place of darkness and light.
A place where happiness is enjoyed but ever fleeting.
In my place, life is simple and complex.
So simple at times it's white and black.
At others, there are such variations,
variations of gray I can't distinguish anything.
I'm looking for something. I have no idea what.
I just know that I'm looking. I don't even know if I'll know when I find it.
I sometimes fear that I'll look right at it and then pass my gaze along and continue on in my search.
I have and inkling as to what I'm searching for.
I think it has to do with a fuller life.
I think that for some reason I'm feeling an urge to gather everything together and settle down.
That, and I want to get out and actually do something other than venture about my small little corner of the world.
At times I wonder whether I'll ever be able to fulfill both of these urges.
The one to find a wife, be happily married, have a couple of children, own a house and work a job that will help to support my family.
The other being to leave my house one day and just go. Go out into the world and see and experience things that could not have been experienced living a semi-safe life in my hometown.
uh, yay gibberish? I felt like writing earlier and it's kinda been percolating the last day or two. The above is what I put down, although it isn't nearly what iI had intended to write when I sat down.
~~Enjoy~~
A clear distinction.
A Place and time of utter fertility.
Fertility of thought.
Older than my days
Younger than my life.
Forever seeing
and never knowing.
We live in a paradox.
Everyone lives.
Everyone lives to escape death.
Everyone dies.
So few understand.
Comprehension of place.
They know the way,
The way of life and death.
And no matter how they try,
Try to live life to the fullest,
Everyone fails in the grandest of ways.
They fail themselves into quiet graves.
I know my place.
It's a place of a failing equilibrium.
A place of darkness and light.
A place where happiness is enjoyed but ever fleeting.
In my place, life is simple and complex.
So simple at times it's white and black.
At others, there are such variations,
variations of gray I can't distinguish anything.
I'm looking for something. I have no idea what.
I just know that I'm looking. I don't even know if I'll know when I find it.
I sometimes fear that I'll look right at it and then pass my gaze along and continue on in my search.
I have and inkling as to what I'm searching for.
I think it has to do with a fuller life.
I think that for some reason I'm feeling an urge to gather everything together and settle down.
That, and I want to get out and actually do something other than venture about my small little corner of the world.
At times I wonder whether I'll ever be able to fulfill both of these urges.
The one to find a wife, be happily married, have a couple of children, own a house and work a job that will help to support my family.
The other being to leave my house one day and just go. Go out into the world and see and experience things that could not have been experienced living a semi-safe life in my hometown.
uh, yay gibberish? I felt like writing earlier and it's kinda been percolating the last day or two. The above is what I put down, although it isn't nearly what iI had intended to write when I sat down.
~~Enjoy~~