Waiting
Waiting and Waiting
The dusting of the moon slowly spreading across the Earth's soft hips
Its hair flowing gloriously towards a far off waterfall
All is silent
Silent Still
Until
The murmuring of the words desired, falling upon future ears
Or is it
The soft whispering of destruction
Falling Fast
The Earth comes crashing, shattering
And then silence.
Silence until
A prospect. An idea, spoken to baited breath
That may the sun bring to the dusting of the night
And call forth sweet Spring
Or yet may forever cast away the warmth
And leave all shrouded in Black Velvet
And yet
Only the Fates can recall the weaving of their tanged skein
For the rest there is Waiting
Waiting and Waiting
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
Thursday, January 12, 2012
Time for Adventure
So, there's been a question floating around recently. I can't seem to find a solid answer to it... So I'll ask you:
Do you start something you know has an end date? Something that, when it ends, will hurt an incredible amount?
My first response is yes of course. Life is experience, memories, and emotions. Why deny any one of those? They are what we build our personalities out of, and what teach us how to grow. Not to mention the fact that, essentially, everything carries with it an end date, even if that end date is marked by your own death. The only thing that has really changed is the fact that you know roughly when the time will come for things to end. And I think "I can handle that, it would all be worth it." And it very much is, and would be.
But there's no denying there will be pain. Laying here imagining the arrival of the end brings more than the comforting melancholy of evening thoughts. It brings a sadness. If the prospect of the end is already this muting, can already cause this hollow feeling, it's hard to figure how much worse it could be when it's finally time.
But of course what's life without living? Of course it'll all go through. After all, the pains in life are the proof that we're alive. Without pain there couldn't be true happiness, true euphoria. Isn't that one of the things about drug addiction? And without life there couldn't be death. Everything can be a metaphor for death.
So the pain will be put off to the future. Now is the time for adventure, enjoyment, fulfillment, and intrigue. I'm off to the safari. I'll try to send you a postcard if I get a chance.
Do you start something you know has an end date? Something that, when it ends, will hurt an incredible amount?
My first response is yes of course. Life is experience, memories, and emotions. Why deny any one of those? They are what we build our personalities out of, and what teach us how to grow. Not to mention the fact that, essentially, everything carries with it an end date, even if that end date is marked by your own death. The only thing that has really changed is the fact that you know roughly when the time will come for things to end. And I think "I can handle that, it would all be worth it." And it very much is, and would be.
But there's no denying there will be pain. Laying here imagining the arrival of the end brings more than the comforting melancholy of evening thoughts. It brings a sadness. If the prospect of the end is already this muting, can already cause this hollow feeling, it's hard to figure how much worse it could be when it's finally time.
But of course what's life without living? Of course it'll all go through. After all, the pains in life are the proof that we're alive. Without pain there couldn't be true happiness, true euphoria. Isn't that one of the things about drug addiction? And without life there couldn't be death. Everything can be a metaphor for death.
So the pain will be put off to the future. Now is the time for adventure, enjoyment, fulfillment, and intrigue. I'm off to the safari. I'll try to send you a postcard if I get a chance.
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