ive seen you looking at the way i look at the world. i know you wonder just what goes on in my head, what could possibly make me tick. what differentiates me from everyone else, what makes me special. why is it i see things the way i do? how can it possibly be so simple, yet so unfathomably complex? will you ever know? no. i doubt it. as much as ill never really know what makes all of you tick tock as your lives move around the proverbial sun dial of life, but i can accept that. im easy 😉
When the still sea conspires an armor
And her sullen and aborted
Currents breed tiny monsters
True sailing is dead
Awkward instant
And the first animal is jettisoned
Legs furiously pumping
Their stiff green gallop
And heads bob up
Poise, delicate, pause, consent
In mute nostril agony
Carefully refined and sealed over
The Doors: Horse Latitudes.
life is whatever you want it to be.
life is a reflection of your past.
life can be a journey, a destination, or a road to nowhere.
but above all, your life is all your own.
I should have known better than to try. Now, my life is a ruin, a shell of what it once was and a pale shadow of what it could possibly have become. I’ve lost everything in the pursuit of unattainable double happiness. Breath deep and smell the futility 😉