see you coming. .
you know their secrets.
and they know your's.
baby, im a lost cause.
so here we are, in our present reality, all composed of this flesh. distance, eyes, bones, matter, material, thought, ideas, emotion, feelings, on and on - words to express ourselves, actions, motions. desires, cravings, dreams.
no one is standing at your doorstep.
i feel depressed, because the boy that i liked so much is a fascade. not really existing. he has the motions on the outside, but i see him. . and i know there is a deep rift. so why does it matter? sigh. the confusion i feel, the lost feeling, trying to fight it, but i feel it permeate everywhere, trying to find something better. . but cant seem to taste it, and pain reaches to new low depths, and then rises high again, a beautiful scream of pleasure. god.
i want to understand, and yet life is so mysterious and beloved.
what is point of all this nonesensical rambling?
im afraid.
but the "i" in the afraid, doesnt even exist, so there's no reason to be afraid really.
love is the only thing real.
love is truth.
truth is what i seek.
but truth is always here, "i" just have to let it unveil, once i acknowledge that i do not know, and that not knowing is part of the understanding, and that understanding only comes through will, through our free will for correct seeing.
the doors of perception to be cleansed.
sigh.
sigh.
so. i go to bed now, still wondering the same things i wonder from day to day, and pray that they will be unveiled in due time.
peace, and God Willing.
and they know your's.
baby, im a lost cause.
so here we are, in our present reality, all composed of this flesh. distance, eyes, bones, matter, material, thought, ideas, emotion, feelings, on and on - words to express ourselves, actions, motions. desires, cravings, dreams.
no one is standing at your doorstep.
i feel depressed, because the boy that i liked so much is a fascade. not really existing. he has the motions on the outside, but i see him. . and i know there is a deep rift. so why does it matter? sigh. the confusion i feel, the lost feeling, trying to fight it, but i feel it permeate everywhere, trying to find something better. . but cant seem to taste it, and pain reaches to new low depths, and then rises high again, a beautiful scream of pleasure. god.
i want to understand, and yet life is so mysterious and beloved.
what is point of all this nonesensical rambling?
im afraid.
but the "i" in the afraid, doesnt even exist, so there's no reason to be afraid really.
love is the only thing real.
love is truth.
truth is what i seek.
but truth is always here, "i" just have to let it unveil, once i acknowledge that i do not know, and that not knowing is part of the understanding, and that understanding only comes through will, through our free will for correct seeing.
the doors of perception to be cleansed.
sigh.
sigh.
so. i go to bed now, still wondering the same things i wonder from day to day, and pray that they will be unveiled in due time.
peace, and God Willing.