an amalgam of what failed to become
i sit beneath the rain again. it pages down, an unwritten book that so many have read since time forgotten.
on nights like this, it hollows crevices in my mind, and slowly fills them with melancholy, nostalgia, and stupidly even hope.
i am of that nature, possessed of the ability to dream, but not only to dream, to segment the dreams from the reformulated memories, the fears of what remains unknown, and the brief foreshadowing of insights i will later fail to recognize.
i don’t see everything, but what i do see, i see quite well.
which is not to say i always glean the right impression. especially when the rain comes, and then with it, the thunder and the lightning redefine every thought before i ever have a chance to set them down.
i breathe an air that is flavored with, colored by, comprised of this rain, and i remember all the things i wanted long ago, and none of them stand in my future. and no matter how deeply this rain saturates this moment and me, i come no closer to bringing them back to life.
and everyone else, having read these pages since time began, probably knows them for exactly what they are.
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on July 30th, 2010 at 22:26
Intentional words and double meanings…many of us spend our lives chasing dreams, even if one can compartmentalize those dreams to serve life briefly or individuals at a certain point in one’s life, one is trained or conditioned to provide. The sad part is that in this forced process of life we forget to live….life isn’t “consumption”, death is…there is much more to say here, but it requires one to think deeply and reflect on life and one’s choices… maybe a book!
If there is a book that is rambling around and sinking into the crevices of your brain, embrace the muse and let it bleed onto the pages of life for you! Don’t deny you and your own beautiful ability to create art. What have you to lose, really? Life is short and if one doesn’t choose to live, who is going to do it for you? You know that answer my friend, waiting is only looking into the future without a pursuit of decision.
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