another dark hour
Walking up to my house I began to think. Stuck there with the preponderence of a notion of utter dispair. Left without the ability to aspire to a greatness only dreampt about in the purest of hopes lost. Again, I walked, with the light of the dying sun behind me.
I turned away from the formality of my usual day, i went towards the unfamiliar. I walked to the dying sun, looking towards a new hope of days to come, always searching for a better tomorrow. As I walked I was now renewed with an idea of days to come.
To my right, a cafe appeared. I became spent in the ideas that I am real and that only I shape my existence. A sudden rush of new found peace came over me as I realized that a day spent not six feet under was a day to further relieve myself of self proclaimed utter dispair.
I sat at the cafe, sipping a drink of life that I have created. "This is a day of undeserved hope," I proclaimed.
With that I payed my bill and left. Again I approached the death of the sun. I believed that there I would find dubious hope among dying images.
A cliff I found. Below the cliff dwelled the sea and the start of the sea. At this point, the persistent heat of the ending day had brought sweat across my brow and upon my tender eyes. I felt a sting upon my eyes as I searched for truth. Feeling the dirt on my toes, i dug deep into the earth. Now i know, that my job is not to know, simply, but to feel instead.
I turned away from the formality of my usual day, i went towards the unfamiliar. I walked to the dying sun, looking towards a new hope of days to come, always searching for a better tomorrow. As I walked I was now renewed with an idea of days to come.
To my right, a cafe appeared. I became spent in the ideas that I am real and that only I shape my existence. A sudden rush of new found peace came over me as I realized that a day spent not six feet under was a day to further relieve myself of self proclaimed utter dispair.
I sat at the cafe, sipping a drink of life that I have created. "This is a day of undeserved hope," I proclaimed.
With that I payed my bill and left. Again I approached the death of the sun. I believed that there I would find dubious hope among dying images.
A cliff I found. Below the cliff dwelled the sea and the start of the sea. At this point, the persistent heat of the ending day had brought sweat across my brow and upon my tender eyes. I felt a sting upon my eyes as I searched for truth. Feeling the dirt on my toes, i dug deep into the earth. Now i know, that my job is not to know, simply, but to feel instead.