Have you ever questioned meaning in the cosmos? Existence navigates along this toppling tilt-a-whirl of chance. Faith the only light among great darkness. YOU ARE HERE.
Have you ever been lost only to find? Played wildly like the wind? Do you have envy?
Hapless happiness is found. Nothingness is nothing less than being... just being. I do understand my chances. And yes, I know it’s an unforgiving place we live in.
Were are we going with all this steel and pain anyway? Lost... like Odysseus, on the sea of unfulfilled pursuits. The lost grail not found within, but outside us, like a fire. This could not be. Magnificent arrogance abounds. The endless flame of truth, of being, is snuffed out.
When I was young many thanks became true to me. All is a melancholy boy. Life as a dream. I was thoughtless, flowing the breeze, careless as a bird in flight. A young heart yearning for something. But what of it? Am I lost in my dreams? The more I think about it the less I realize how crazy I really am. All of a sudden, I lost myself. Became insane. Helpless as an expectorated balloon.
The best time I’ve never had took me astray. Mightily. I was fucking lost in it. My breast pocket was were they found them. By then of course, I had already swallowed them ALL. I was fucked. That night I scraped myself through pools of vomit and urine. I was a lost, my dick was limp. The clock ticking. I must get myself to the bus stop or risk losing everything. Can I slalom a maze of midnight drunkies and sorority dancing girls? Everything depends on it. My sunken eyes receive blurred ideals from the back of beyond.
I’m so distracted here.
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