Dear You,
It is like someone has turned off all the lights and I feel hundreds, thousands of hands and feet, pushing and stumbling over one another trying to find their way first.
So many people, so many tears, so many smiles. It's all just one big, chaos of being human. An outburst, a comforting word, a fierce look in the eye; practically everything pieced together by our own want of attention, and of love. Somewhere in the world a toddler is taking his first step and another infant dying before he's born. Somewhere out there someone is weeping uncontrollably and yet again, someone who can't stop laughing.
The world is so spontaneous in all it's being. And everywhere I look, I see a piece of me. I see it through my eyes - find a way to embrace the pain I see or the laughter I hear, whether it is by ignoring it or by minute inspection.
I wonder if leaves and petals and withered roses have a world of their own. Where they ache in the dark to the Sun again. And the night falls in it's appointed time without fail, and they all brave the darkness maybe tangling their leaves and branches for a sense of togetherness, but alone and individual on their own. Together, but alone.
When the rain drops start to fall on the windshield of the car, there is either an echo of delight or disdain. Because you're either wanting the rain or have grown tired of it. And rain is rain, but I can look at it from the perspective I choose.
And despite the magnitude of Life itself, I'm going to sit here and spend my evening doing homework.
Thanks for listening.
Too caught up in my own thoughts,
Me.
It is like someone has turned off all the lights and I feel hundreds, thousands of hands and feet, pushing and stumbling over one another trying to find their way first.
So many people, so many tears, so many smiles. It's all just one big, chaos of being human. An outburst, a comforting word, a fierce look in the eye; practically everything pieced together by our own want of attention, and of love. Somewhere in the world a toddler is taking his first step and another infant dying before he's born. Somewhere out there someone is weeping uncontrollably and yet again, someone who can't stop laughing.
The world is so spontaneous in all it's being. And everywhere I look, I see a piece of me. I see it through my eyes - find a way to embrace the pain I see or the laughter I hear, whether it is by ignoring it or by minute inspection.
I wonder if leaves and petals and withered roses have a world of their own. Where they ache in the dark to the Sun again. And the night falls in it's appointed time without fail, and they all brave the darkness maybe tangling their leaves and branches for a sense of togetherness, but alone and individual on their own. Together, but alone.
When the rain drops start to fall on the windshield of the car, there is either an echo of delight or disdain. Because you're either wanting the rain or have grown tired of it. And rain is rain, but I can look at it from the perspective I choose.
And despite the magnitude of Life itself, I'm going to sit here and spend my evening doing homework.
Thanks for listening.
Too caught up in my own thoughts,
Me.
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