everything is ok
This is Mr. P and I. Poor doggy. He never complains though.
via explodingdog
My words must dissipate as they leave my lips, like we live in a world without gravity, they just float away. There is no other explanation as to why i am not being heard. Or perhaps they just don’t matter. Maybe i don’t matter. But without gravity, i suppose matter is meaningless. Regardless, i am feeling the weight.
My mind is completely warped, as if Escher had designed it himself. My thoughts are growing wild, like a field of red flowers, and i plan on harvesting such beautiful bouquets. My eyes are open wide, but my intentions are blurry. I am off center as i walk on these stilts, which have made my feet numb. My actions have grown bolder and i have forgotten my journey. I feel as if i am acting through life, and i find myself at the beginning of my quest to find importance in my life and the whereabouts of my soul. Or just maybe, this is the power of my horrible soul to mislead me. Perhaps i was meant to start this all over. Perhaps i have gone down the wrong path. I shall lie among these perfect red petals, and i will find my balance and feel my feet again. Tomorrow i shall begin with my silence, so i may observe my surroundings and get a feel for which direction to go. I will find the importance in my life. Maybe i am searching for my importance in others. Perhaps i am more lost than i thought.
All i really want is silence and even my thoughts seem to be shouting.
Thanksgiving
I am most thankful for the ability to laugh my way through the incessant confusion of life. Perhaps by next year, i will be thankful for the ability of understanding life itself. I shall keep my hopes low, and make no resolutions and just maybe, i might be surprised.
The Wonders of Wonders
Tomorrow i shall fall silent, in observance of all that is disorderly in my circumference. I shall make sense of nothing and rearrange everything. I will express myself in gestures and some unknown codes. I will wonder about myself and wonder itself.
