As you find me, you find yourself …
and its with this fmailiar notion of normality that strikes you in the middle of
the centre of your brain, which tells stories of past this and that, perhaps
we find that things come again, but this time in new shade.
Sometimes I wonder why …
Sometimes I wonder why you see through eyes blinded by the sheath of
normality, of conception of familiarity in all things.
When you came, you came and you went – like a train from the station in town.
When you left, a generic feeling you left in my heart.
You see me and you see you and you see the same.
Yet of diffirenence their is great.
You have generic Familiarity with life, with its occurances with its beauty and its mysteries.
How now ? Why do you take this path of least resistance – the universal constant? Perhaps its character that motivates such force to resist, yet you don’t resist.
Behind me sight, tells me of passages through my mind, of traveling through time, of ways and means that seem old and almost no-real.
Plagued by the bland taste in your mouth, this generic taste, like the types of sand you feel between your toes – are they of the same sand? Generic this world seems to you, riddled with misconception of the definity of define that one can make so rich and embelished in content.
Does life seem not dull to you ? Does it not seem odd that all fits and is comfortable ?
Perhaps with all these generic tendancies you seem to know and tell , I hope one day you will see past that which is not generic – perhaps you cannot see past that which you don’t understand – but no matter.
Perhaps these words are the tender the blow of rejection or perhaps they are here to calm a worried mind, or perhaps they are there the serve the purpose of defining you my dear – my generic Familiarity.