I’m not the one that
your looking for
I’m just the one that
your looking at.
I can’t remember what
I started for
I’m trying to figure out
just where I’m at.
From one hotel notepad, in a pile of writings …. it is past time to get rid of it all.
How far till your too far?
How Close till your too close?
How much till its too much?
How do you know?
How do I know?
Where do I go?
Leftside
Rightside
Inside
Sentimental thoughts
Incidental words
Every one
Every Two
Every you
Its what everything weaves into ….
Imagine there is nothing beyond the walls around you, here is everything.
There is no place else, no one else but those already here, a life contained, a life free.
Depending upon where your at, who your with, and more, this experiment gets weird. A out of my head kind of weird. The kind of weird that can change your world. A kind of weird I can’t stop thinking about it kind of weird.
And if your not feeling weird right now then your not really imaging what it would be like to have this room as your world.
Or maybe I’m just wierd 
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
