Quickwrite: 07/27/2014 12:55am
God only knows why I bother sometimes. Why it is I bother to hang on to an idea of correction. The idea to correct self perceived errors I’ve made. The errors I can only assume are what made me lose a relationship I’ve held so dear to me. Thank god time is doing its part, making the acceptance process alittle easier. I don’t understand why do people not want to fix things that are mendable while both parties are still alive and able. The thought of erasing or pretending to erase a person is absolute insanity to me. If it’s that easy to forget someone, then they must not have meant all that much in the first place.
I’ll remember, I won’t forget. I also will not be robbed of my memories. I will not hold resentments. My words will remain genuine and truthful. Regardless of those of the world who cannot bare to be so brave faced.
Stop the Hurt
“At any age we are nothing more than the accumulated experiences that have gotten us to where we are now. And the experiences of our youth are the formative years that create our adulthood. Too many people are having difficulty with adult life because of childhood experiences that control their thinking. We must learn to educate our young better and eliminate child abuse. More than 50% of the children in America today are abused, either mentally or physically, by parents who don’t love them or understand them. We are creating a nation of unhappy people who are not capable of offering anything to anyone else because of
the hurt they carry around inside of themselves.”
"The lion and the cow take from their environment only what they need for substance, but man does not. Nature dictates this behavior in animals, but not in man. There is not a single quality in man that he uses to achieve peace. The notion of peace means the following: I take only what I need to survive; the rest does not belong to me."
In a world of excess why create more excess. Every individual has so much more than necessary. Clutter is appalling. Not only physical clutter but mental. Letting go and realizing what is not meant for you releases an inner peace. Certain thoughts can feel so heavy because they are meant to be let go. I feel as though I am in a constant state of abundance because I only take what I need and give the rest back for others. Sundays have always been a day of revelation and clarity. Self control and discretion are more attainable when the load we carry is lightened. Let it go, let it go.
A ghost, though invisible, still is like a place your sight can knock on, echoing; but here within this thick black pelt, your strongest gaze will be absorbed and utterly disappear: just as a raving madman, when nothing else can ease him, charges into his dark night howling, pounds on the padded wall, and feels the rage being taken in and pacified. She seems to hide all looks that have ever fallen into her, so that, like an audience, she can look them over, menacing and sullen, and curl to sleep with them. But all at once as if awakened, she turns her face to yours; and with a shock, you see yourself, tiny, inside the golden amber of her eyeballs suspended, like a prehistoric fly.
Life as of Now
Sitting alone in the grass cool air passes over my arms. All of my senses are heighten. I can feel it all. I no longer absorb all yet I still feel. Paying attention to all in this moment. Each new moment continues to consume me. I can only focus on my immediate actions. Each passing and occurring thought is a beautiful dance inside my mind. I watch as if clouds of thought make shapes and I watch without identifying their form. Serenity and I are acquainted and closer than ever before. We know one another as if we had met in past lives and have never skipped a beat. How I missed what I thought I knew. How I missed your ways and I never knew we were this close. Each breath I take we become closer. This is peace, this is how it is suppose to be. This serenity is what it is, and I cannot question what is, because it is just that.
"May our dreams change as nightfalls. May our nights outlast the shadows which patiently await the sunrise." -Haïzel
Self-Portrait, March 2014
Messing around with some apps. This is what I got so far…