the truth of medicorty

Jul 20, 2004 18:50

look around you and see how awkward your surroundings are. how that wall almost looks like you can put your hands through it. Watch how people who pass say the same thing to you as if stuck in a some constant de ja vu. Becoming lost in your own perverted thoughs of sexual desire and heroism is your only joy of existing. You think of past events of happiness and wrong choices and how cliche is to think of these. You start speaking nonsense to change things up, change around words in songs, call people bye different names, do a weird gesture. Anything to entertain yourself becuase in the end to tell the truth thats all you care about.

From this hour
I ordain myself loos’d of limits and imaginary lines,
Going where I list, my own master total and absolute,
Listening to others, considering well what they say,
Pausing, searching, receiving, contemplating,
Gently, but with undeniable will,
divesting myself of the
Holds that would hold me.
I inhale great draughts of space,
The east and the west are mine, and the north and the
south are mine.
I am larger, better than I thought,
I did not know I held so much goodness.
All seems beautiful to me.
I can repeat over to men and women
You have done such good to me
I would do the same to you,
I will recruit for myself and you as I go,
I will scatter myself among men and women as I go,
I will toss a new gladness and roughness among them.
Whoever denies me it shall not trouble me,
Whoever accepts me he or she shall be
blessed and shall bless me.
Now I see the secret of the making of
the best persons,
It is to grow in the open air and to eat and
sleep with the earth.

-walt whitman-
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