Dreams of miniature fragility. An intensity unknown without true understanding. Twisted minds that weed out the weaker hearts. It takes more than sheer moral to get through the day.
It was such a lazy afternoon. Woozy air and frayed on details that didn't have to contribute. Slightly oxymoronic perhaps, but (guilty) welcomed relief.
Go and do little good. Take that advice how you please, but on small observation those that make it optimistic are the hopeful and few. When cynicism seems to rule from the heart, over having been learnt from childhood lessons and time, that is when we should worry. Now correct me where I am wrong, if I do say I believe some of us have been worrying an awfully long time already. Is karma coming?
Taking buckets and spades; adventure calls! Make towering features to impress yourself. Sit in the sand having crafted your vehicle. Shells and old treasures are the controls to take you forth. Travelling to wherever the sea should take you - it is said freedom fills those sails. The wind is always honest with its news coming from the far and wide. Often wishing western shores, where the lanterns shine as they lift their light to the sky. Settle on the water and disappear home.
How should you say more when they ask the kids to write essays solely based on so much suffering and death? When we should not wish to choose our days feeling sad but must spend the morning writing of disaster.
New people from other shores, they would understand in another language, if only it could have been explained at the beginning. You have a thousand keys and one lock - how to find meaning when it could be from only one reality.
Looking to become those dreams you have had, the scariest possibility of all. Especially when they are so far removed from sensible concepts thought up in right minds. Measure the difference, day by day.
Waiting to wake up from a dark time. Though you realise your eyes are open and nothing will change now. It is a happy year for happy people. Measure this difference, day by day. Grow distance.
Tuesday, 31 January 2012
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