When will I feel alone? Answer: When all that was, now is no more. When this life is alien to me: when the colours aren’t clear anymore, when the telephone lines are cut, and my destination -it, matters no more to me, then the journey is irrelevant. Answer: It will be when life doesn’t matter …
Confidence is experience.
In spite of it all, nothing really matters in the end – perhaps only that thought itself. Everything and nothing comes together forever. So full and so empty. So up and so down. So impossible. And I wonder like sailing ships, across the starry skies. Forgive me, this life is only temporary.
How do I reason about all the things that worry me? How do I realise that nothing is supposed to be? When I cannot laugh or relate, where can I go to be free? I pour into the universe my incompatibilities and it takes it all. Forever deep and without boundary, my endless foundry
It was better when you weren’t here for then my mind was at peace. It was better to be alone and understand my inevitability and circumstance than to toss undecidedly in my thoughts as I do in days most recent. Now I think and wonder and become curious about unusual things that take up much …
I don’t revisit my memories. They are now apart of me. I am they and each day, they are me. They define me as I define them. No loss or sentiment remains of the past, as it will always live with me in the present. The past is just the beginning.
Why do we not speak? Perhaps there is an uncertainty or mistrust that we care not to pursue. An obstacle, a condition, an uncompromising inevitability that we both already accept. If it’s is so, alas – for nothing is to become of it: no heightened sense of euphoria or intrigue or undiscovered sensibilities! It’s not …
If only death was as it ought to be: a deep darkness that sinks to the bottom of my soul like autumn leaves on a still lake. Or like a stone thrown into the deepest ocean might descends to hidden depths. Or like smoke disappears with the winds or sand that is taken out with …
Into the fire we go. Resolute and unwavering we forge towards our destiny. We shall not show the anxiousness but rather our underlying intent and we will continue when the light fades or when the path becomes treacherous. We are certain – for ‘tis where we’ve come that drives us forward. Whatever comes will come …
In the dark, when I am truly alone, When my eyes cannot see that anything can be – quietness gently whispers to me… And he says that he has been within the empty corridors of my heart and that their lies a little box that he could not open. Prey tell me, he says, what …