prayer for the light,
cloudy as the seattle sky, what to do when there's no way to see through. its nice for a while, the steady sea of conforming thoughts that flow like the rain. its gotta stop, that shits just not right. wheres the brilliance that was once able to shine down through thick and thin, where has the sun gone. the rain was soothing for a while, but nobody can get it done. the sun must rise, the more light produced, the brighter it shines, the further we go. its fuckin great for all of 10 minutes until you need to get shit done. the steady flow in small portions cant hurt, but a lot can kill. bogging down the road less traveled, the one true path to discovery. its so time consuming waiting for it to end. hopeless. nothing can be done, except pray that the warmth of inspiration comes pouring through the clouds. like the sun and clouds, it cant be forced, if it was, the natural way of things would not be as they are meant to be. patience is a virtue that must be upheld, and in doing so is greatly rewarded through the light of day. too much reward, you might get a little too cozy, and when the clouds come back, it might as well rain shit. throughout the storm the shade that acts as a blanket could also get too cozy, and when the sun rises again, its just another day waiting for the comfort of the opaque clouds. total mindfuck. when what should be done, and what could be done are seen as the same, whats the point of trying? necessity and option.