Jan 07, 2006 21:02
Reading, Writing and Music have become my intergalactic destinations of stay, personified in that order, respectfully. I have not only reached the void but have become that void. A single ruby rose fettered with droplets of morning dew singing syllables of bliss across a plane of plain. All that is profane is on the outside of this void and whether the Profanity knows it exists or not does not matter. Is not matter. Person, places, things and everything below, above and beyond the horizons of Dr. Seuss has entered a twilight zone of mediocrity. Translation: All that you think that matters really does not matter. I will keep walking this world the way I did before with or without anything or anyone. I weaved this web of destiny before any ever infiltrated and quite frankly, I can keep it that way. So clutch onto your purses of dramatic flair, add a touch of Shakespeare for your tragedies for I do not care. All that was you, is you and shall be you is an imagination. The greatest enemy you can have is yourself. Your desires, fears and dreams shall come true as you wish and then what will you be left with? Reality? Can you not feel it my friend? Is reality still a nightmare? Perhaps, lying on your back will help you to dream…or so a friend once told me. Be rest assured though, I am not the cancer nor the cure. The power of radioactive treatment lies in your machine. If you must, kill the good cells and the bad cells but know this…your internal War of the Worlds will go unnoticed by those who care and do not care so either way, life will be the same on this side of the grapevine. Might as well take a deep breath and swim for awhile mon amie because none of us will drown for your faults but simply travel that cruise ship around your island of introspection until you have created your own light of truth.
Thankfully,
T.C. Rinehart