Love me,
Like your not above me.
Change me,
Open up, re-arrange me.
Dance with me,
Each chance you get with me.
Take me,
Grab ahold and make me.
Show me,
Let lose, go with me.
Move me,
As a groove made for me.
Shock me,
Don’t just walk with me.
Lose me,
Like you use to use me.
Hide me,
It will stay inside me.
Choose me,
Please don’t lose me.
My head tried to visualize how a person comes apart. Its not like you might think, no blood, no guts, but more like a pie chart with life events cutting into the whole, separating parts from the whole. I see words on the whole and the parts; patients, love, kindness, etc. How much can be cut out before the whole is incapacitated? What brings the parts back together? Other words are revealed as parts cut away, the negative, they look dark like a diseased lung.
I can see other people connected right into the parts, direct lines that have access to parts that maybe no one else can. Something simple to represent the way we relate to people, how much of me I give you. I wanted to go away and cut those lines the day before. Live without those influences for a while, like a vacation of sorts, maybe thats how the parts come back together.
Do you go places to live life? Do you go places to get away?
Do you go places to live life or do you go places to get away?
The more exclusive your mind the more living you miss, the more time you waste, the less you become.
Created w/ Gimp 2
How is life today? Better than yesterday? Will it be even better tomorrow?
I hope so …. maybe if you tell yourself its true it will be as real as what your reading now.
As what you were reading just then …. as real as what you remember the past to be ….
When now becomes 15 minutes ago, it won’t be the same.
When now becomes 15 days ago, you may struggle to know why what was written is written.
When now becomes 15 years ago, you may not even remember who you were.
Embrace it now, because soon you won’t know how it felt to be there.
It just might rain today
and you will wonder why
you stayed at home
and never gave a try
You might be you today
but come what may
nothing can hold it
you won’t stay that way
I can see you now
but soon just how
I will be wondering
waiting,
wanting,
needing the now
someone
who’s the one
here I come
I get things in my head that are not complete. Ideas and topics I cannot reason out myself. Things I may never share because my footing is loose.
What makes someone comfortable saying one thing and not another? Rules? The rules of behavior, the constraints that filter and create the you which each of us sees. I say each of us, because like most people, I do and say things differently depending upon the situation and who is around. Different people seeing a different you. How many of you are there? Is there a new you with each friend you make? I think so but its not just because of these rules. After I see 3 of you, your a good friend, and after I see 5 we are the best of friends?
I’ve had the concept of your ’significant other’ being your ‘best friend’ grinding through my head. Its a crazy path of thought that branches out and encompasses relationships of all kinds. The paths quickly come back together into a state of confusion. I either don’t know enough about myself to figure it out, or there isn’t enough of me to figure it out. I tend to think it is the latter.
Who is more capable of providing solutions in regards to you than you? Its life experience that gives you the knowledge to think things out and explain them to yourself, and it is only you that sees things as you do. I then wonder about those who don’t trust themselves, and what of those who lie to themselves? They are not me. So I don’t have to think long before I realize what I say may only apply to me.
penetrates, bonds, fulfills, merges, kills, creates, and dominates. I was trying to think of what music couldn’t do and I came up w/ nothing but blanks ….
I saw Orion for the first time this season, what was a moment became a year.
I saw the darkness fall for what looked like no reason, at that moment I could not be seen by anyone near.
Time felt as the wind blowing around me, while the night felt as a cloak surrounding me.
Both for a moment, though not at the same time or for the same length.
How long does a moment last?
It seems to start when you begin and ends when let go, but you can return back to then with a thought, and allow the moment to live again, so that you may remember that which you already know.
