The Space You Left Behind

Fri

05

Dec

2008

The Present

The present is intense these past few weeks. I have always desired to be a cool soul - a live-in-the-now present day prophet, but occasionally  I am aware of the opposite of the absence of the intensity that surrounds me.

The absurdity needed to stop, for the sake of the astute. I yielded to the connections.

"These sequences are not chronologically driven," I said to you, and I could honestly open a release.

No, I had never, ever put much thought or estimated the possible peace of mind I may well have speculated by studying the Goethe's quote, " Alles nahe werde fern," which in tangled interpretation may mean, "everything near becomes distant." He was speaking of twilight and blindness.

Yes, I attest that I recognized myself slipping wayward and the momentum of the rolling of the velocity at which I was sliding downward, I knew that I was in trouble, I was concerned that I recognized that I knew this.

Sadly, many - MOST people will never experience in a weekend, or a lifetime what I mst endure in an evening, or maybe a weekend. Oddly obvious as confusing and after a thought or three, dismissed like you blankly seize the tension; you choke it down and recall that just yesterday you had no regrets, no mercy, and you were okay alllllll along.

But! YOU! You were the quickest, slickest, sly sperm that your daddy happened in the right place at the right time - or else you would not be here. There must me something good about you because you were the best before you were even born. Some days I regret being the winner from the wiener; some days I wonder what drove me to exist. Some days you are caught in-between the others; you are in-between that mental randomness... like Robert Smith of The Cure made some of see so clearly.

I looked around and all I saw were mediocre choices of words.

But then Joy started to practice the piano according to the lesson I gave her, and the hard and cold heart I had been beating up (my own heart, that is) began to melt.
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The morning sunshine was our timebomb and we revolted as the rays were in demand, regardless of what had happened so much sooner.

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