The radiant sun sears my soul. The rain, much awaited, feels like a thousand needles. The leathery ocean swirls about me, its inertia, sluggish and contagious. The flowers have faded away unnoticed, a few await their turn, languid and sighing. There is refusal in the sway of the trees, heartless deception in every passing cloud. The maiden night is blue and starry. She stops short at my window, for sobs and shivers diligently stand guard.
My mind swells with questions. I pretend not to know the answers, for they will seek and stab every buried hope. Every minute brings a different conclusion, linchpin after excruciating linchpin, keepsakes from life's countless lessons. Everywhere I turn, a limitless blank wall looms up. Anger bounces back. Sadness echoes its sonorous silence. Darkness seeps down as the menacing walls close in.
This agony I've invented, it imposes on me the weight of a million years. I have to stop. I can say no more.
Monday, July 14, 2008
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The third word in the title is the most important, me thinks! And therein, perhaps, lies the solution. I must agree though, easier said than done!
we wield such power over ourselves with imagination. but it's such a promising human ability as well.
as iday says, the third word in your title.. probably has the solution. .. but mebbe honey, that also is the problem. Flights of fantasy that took off , might have forgotten where home lay.
Find home (which could be within yourself), where you can be who you are, with no one to judge you, you will find peace you seek.
I agree with lucky.
GBU
Arti
Ok. where is that jubilant post?
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