In rhythms slow, I feel as if sometimes I am passing through this world like a ghost. Like I do not touch anything or anyone, that when I leave this world, not a trace of me shall remain. I haunt the usual places of my home and family, and my friends, all those I know of; yet I am only a shifting shadow, whose cast is not as any of the solid things of existence, who is carried off in the breezes. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, from dust I was made, and to dust I shall return. And in between, I was merely the figment of a few's imaginations, a strange fantasy concocted to fill some space for a short while. When I am gone, it will be as if I never was.
jj
5:59am sunday, 10th august
ahh, that's sad....
it's a little bit depressing to look at it from that point of view.
but hell, everybody's truths are their own. in between, although merely a figment of many's imaginations, i'd like to have touched peoples lives in a way that will be carried into the future generations of fellow human beings, in a positive reflection of life and love and peace. Why? Because. that's my truth.
jj
6:12am sunday, 10th august
i've discovered, after a few bounces
and bruises, that
we are what we choose to be.
who's out there to do it for you
nobody
i don't want to be stagnant
and alone and depressed
i don't want to be like
the rest
i'll humble myself, or at least
try to
and do things within boundries
I can view
but at the same time, why not me
why not be and do and walk
and feel and see
taste and touch and love and laugh
take a different kind of path
lead those who are looking
for a road beyond they can't find
to a direction worth traveling
to a destination that is kind
I'd love to be a part of that
to have no grief or hurt or pain
to look at rainbows and not
see the pouring rain
to feel the sun on my face
and know it's there to hold me
in it's warm embrace
to be touched by one that loves
by one that's pure
to know that he's there
to ride with me and endure
lifes bumps and bruises
and is still right there
loving me with all that he is
that's all i want in life
that's all i need
is somebody to share lifes mysteries.
anon.x
5:53pm sunday, 10th august
questioning weather we make a difference is always one of those open ended arguements, like what is the point. no one knows. what is existance anyway.. but a collective hunch
jj
jj