Everything in this interesting saga called life happens for a reason, even when the reason escapes our comprehension in our finite wisdom - trust, or have "faith" rather that what dumbfounds you has a purpose. As to whether you will ever understand these occurrences, or better yet learn from them is an entirely different conversation. When all else fails, when there is no one left around you, there is always you. Everything revolves around you!
I have of late taken the view that no matter how rebellious, unconventional, non-conformist we would like to think ourselves, we are at some point always part of a similar grouping of people. We are never truly leaders, but followers. Followers, I prefer to refer to us as sheep; because at one point or another in our life we are all sheep. This is a place to express myself, vent my frustration with the sheepdom, and relieve my boredom. It is my therapy for all that contributes to my neurosis.
Monday, December 30, 2013
Monday, December 16, 2013
Wednesday, December 4, 2013
Closet space
Sitting in the silence of black
claustrophobic with emotions
the years roll down my cheeks
lukewarm with sentiment
nostalgic for feelings,
that are slowly, withering away
claustrophobic with emotions
the years roll down my cheeks
lukewarm with sentiment
nostalgic for feelings,
that are slowly, withering away
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