night sky

Have you ever seen the night sky far away from the city? Its beautiful, better then normal. Something special happens with out the city lights you see more of what is always there. It darker then the night sky in the city but its brighter also. I would not say more exists there, I would say you with less you get more sometimes.

This says volumes to the life we all live. I implore you to find something you love and look at it with less of what ever is dimming its light. This is life we should give our selfs moments of clarity.

fun house mirror

I have a long way to go. I take it beyond reality and live with in the mind at times. No I do not really pay much mind to logic and temperance when it comes to social activity. I have no gray area things are white or black, Its much easier for me to see this way. So living this way creates some very interesting interactions with people and outcomes. These out comes bring internal consequence and here I sit thinking about stuff and I think the most childish thing I do is burn bridges. I know I need to grow but I don't want to. I live my life in a way that suit me and if its gets weird because of this, I might as well burn the bridge. With this said I am really thinking of burning a bridge I should have burned a years ago. A distance dream that has gotten twisted and no longer is a clear picture or a picture at all but a fun house mirror that distorts the image I see of my self. Its childish but necessary.

The smallest tears I have even known

All is quite and still. The moment feels as if the world understood that that instance. Like the bystanders at a funeral, quite, calm, they pay respect with a moment of silence and with out a movement. But passion not death is our scene, love not loss. Passion means pain, as if the weight of the love is killing the heart. Her back is facing me slow now I move my face in so that the closed windows to my soul may rest in the sanctuary of her aura. Uncontrollably, I have betrayer my self and with out my permission the inner self calls out softly.

NO, I hear called out from with in, it is the voice of my inner child and fear takes over my existence. She stirs, my eye grip closed and I mimic a stone. Its passed the world is calm again. With a sigh I am back to enjoy my pain.

Then as if my soul and her soul with in a moment had a conversation to explain my feelings. She turns to me holds me close,face to face. She lets out a sigh that I can see. Its the story of our lives all in a breath. My heart calls out like the soring notes of a sad song. Stop, and at the same time begging my heart expressed never stop. Once again my eyes clinch as if to help balance my reality, with out success.

I open my eye with the smallest tears I have even known. Gone, its all gone. Gone, gone the golden morning sun. Gone, gone is the warmth of my souls sanctuary. Alone now, I find my self abandoned, with only the memory and hope of a dream.