|
be random what is now when is then where is email who i am how it is why it is leave a note? share me, share you make me smile thank you other journals (of course I should be sleeping) (what's life got to do with it?) about me (too much to know at once) friend? (tic tic tic, toc) BE MY GUEST (BOOK) << MISSING �SOMETHING? >> the bottom line who can when i had the time the first of december (has another song) what i do < ? me # > < ? harrychapin # > < ? Random Acts of Journaling # > < ? Poetic Voices # > < ? The Write Club # > < ? Nights Awake # > < ? Fluid # > < ? Adopted # > < ? Childlike # > < ? Poets-Muse # > < ? Five Hundred # > < ? As You Wish # > temporary place holder ()))CRAYON-BOX)))> published blogmad! varb? �2015 CANDOR COMMUNICATIONS IF YOU WANT TO USE THE WORDS FOR ANY REASON TALK TO ME |
journeys so what I do is spend a few hours remembering what it was like to be in love, but then I look around and see no one around, and then I remember that when I explain this to people they look at me with sympathetic glances that kind of give me the impression that I am one of the more uniquely pathetic or at least least understood exhibits in the human zoo... it's the uninhibited unconditional giving that seems to throw them... people just do not seem ready to trust that much except in dreams and fairy tales and some movies... popular movies, nonetheless... and then what I do is spend a few minutes remembering what it was like to be running along during mile 22, or wherever I am as I feel just past the wall, coasting on the euphoric bliss that borders oblivion and the center of the universe where everything fits and makes sense and suddenly I do not mind the strange looks and isolation I feel among humanity for the separateness of these physical bodies is the essence of this life and if I can not enjoy the essence, then what's the point of being here... so I remember to enjoy it... and then I fly off, sometimes in my mind, sometimes some other way, and share moments with those I find along the way and welcome anyone who tags along for a moment or few hundred while I still dream of that perfect fairy tale two-becomes-one love I enjoy the life a whole lot more because I am not living for the waiting or the searching, but rather for the experiencing the journey... I wish everybody would.
previous - - - - - - - - next - - - - - - - - comment? - - - - - - - -
I love you all for coming... for reading all these words for every click feels like more love (I know that sounds absurd) if I could only tell you... one thing more tonight I'd say I wish you could come home with me and be my friends for life |