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Monday, July 12, 2010

Blurred Vision

Ache.

Sometimes you forget to shut up.

And sometimes you forget to be patient.

And sometimes you forget to think.

Ache.


You try to play peace but instead you light the fire that the wind blows. Then the entire village is burning.


And sometimes you feel like you should have done something different.

And sometimes you wonder if you tremble when you're cold or when you're sad.

Ache.

Elephants move in herds, hyenas in packs, sheep in flocks, fish in schools, life in pieces, and hearts in shards.

Ache.

Life's not that bittersweet. It's just bitter. Really bitter. So bitter you think it's sweet. Like when you touch something really hot, you get confused if it's really hot or if it's really cold until it starts burning. Burning on your tongue. Even when you burn sugar it turns all black and disgusting. You pour in more sugar to make the coffee sweet.

All you get is black coffee.

D--- the coffee.

Sunday, July 4, 2010

Rift

You start to wonder at some point, what's real and what's imaginary?

And the battle is all in your mind about your mind. First you think about your dreams, then your conscious thoughts, and then the world all together.

"I wonder," you say to yourself, "is this how I really feel? Or is it not? Do I want this? Perhaps I don't. What is real?"

Befuddled, you run around in circles in your own dreams. You scream out loud, "What is real? What do I believe? What do I trust?"

You realize you've been running on nothing but black emptiness and you start falling.

You fall and fall, and while turning in the air you continue to think, "What? What? What?"

You wake up as if you've landed roughly on your mattress.
You stand up, unsettled, but you walk towards the door. You stop to look in a mirror and laugh at your bed hair before trudging off to the bathroom to wash up and greet the beautiful day.





All in your mind about your mind. Your dreams, your thoughts, and the world.

Befuddled dreams. What is real? What do I believe? What do I trust?

You fall and you think, "What?"

You stop to look at the beautiful day.

And then you understand.