A Journal of Sorts
can logic be absorbed physically or is it purely internal combustion? 'posers... if I allow myself to be distracted through choices of actions that amount to physical parenthetic tangents am I intentionally forgetting? . o ( I don't remember ) O o . is the end of the journey the beginning of the process or just part of it?... why do people die?... is there not enough room for eternity in the mind of human beings? (or not enough room for immortality in the limited physical existence?)... but isn't space infinite?... do we not exist in space?... do people die just because we choose not to reach far enough?... give up?... . o O ( and sometimes I feel ) O o . hard chords... are we all tied to whipping posts in our minds?... ah, the questions of a thousand dreams, or were they years?... what's a millinium in the scope of eternity... an unknown on a sub-quark in a hair on a microbe in a drop in the ocean of time and space... and sometimes I get so tired of this life... it's always when I allow myself to sink into inactivity (as if some chemicals produced by exercise and consciously focusing on optimal health ward off depression and apathy)... it's usually when I have nobody sharing the intimate spaces in my mind... this is one of those times... logically I am lonely... but must it become a physical ache?... are pimples mandatory?... will I always be an awkward teenager? (what happened to the happy child?) trust a man to dream and his dreams will come true trust a man to fail and fail is what heal do trust a many to die for that's what it comes to in the end it's your trust that is you contemplate the sun and your eyes will burn contemplate the Earth and your head will turn contemplate your navel and your love will yearn in the end it's your love that you earn if you will learn to trust desires in your soul the deeper powers you think you do not control if you turn to god or someone else you'll follow paths away from your core, leaving you hollow joining all the confused lost in sorrow maybe you'll find your way tomorrow till tomorrow honest love |
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