Lets pretend I am as unaffected as these fields I'm pacing,
And lets pretend the rain is the only thing falling fast.
I'm busy with this wall I'm at war with,
And it looks like I'm coming in last.
And I spend my time wrestling with bricks.
You constantly teasing from the other side.
But I don't know what will happen if I get there,
Everything new gets old.
The ideas I have of what this consists of...
They are all wrong.
And they are throwing me off course.
Its all or nothing,
All or nothing.
Is there no middle?
Can we just pretend I am as unaffected as these fields I'm pacing...
There must be an answer somewhere.
Photography: Muzi.
meditation is finding the middle
ReplyDeletei should try it sometime...
unknowable futures just around corners
be safe and have a merry xomas :)
I'm forever searching for the middle, that wide space we walk through unknowingly, that white noise we speak over, that unknown emptiness.
ReplyDeleteSearching becomes tiring. Yet... so does running.
I've missed you.
oh i wish there was a middle.
ReplyDeletethis was very beautiful. thank you.
let's pretend we aren't pretending
ReplyDeleteThose Bricks slowly tumble down as you wrestle with them through out your life .
ReplyDeleteNot as Quickly as some would rather like you too .
Time you get there everything new to you becomes old .
Everything has changed
Everything is not waiting
Promises seem to evaporate as never been made
You see it's better not to pretend in first place than facing that Reality wouldn't become a shock .
Once you finial get to that one place
that becomes your day of Beauty to shine
of your soul radiating within the rays of the sun
that becomes You
Those that didn't care to be there ,once you finial arrived
shall never share those rays of sunshine that flows out to ever Dew Drop that melts away in the rays of sunshine
You stand Proud with a smile
That you made it through all
Without pretending
just the beauty of
You