To feel life's ironies is both a blessing and a curse. On Guilt: Guilt is a green room of pictures of the people you hurt, they are dusty and cobwebs surround them. It is cold but it is also mixed with a feverish hot that cannot be explained. When you look up for relief there is a mirror and the only thing you see is yourself looking at yourself. Dear younger me, You are older you without realizing it and older you will remember you knew that. Older you will know you did things out of pain when you did them out of pain, out of pleasure when out of pleasure and out of complete disregard when you did them out of such. Older you is less forgiving than you are right now, you should think of her every once in a while. She is most proud of the secret moments and most judgmental of secrecy itself. They say do not let your left hand know what your right hand does. But the right and the left are joined at the heart. Remember that. With Love, Future y
The mistress begged she be killed. But he loved her. He loved her beyond the realms of time. ‘What will you give me to prove your love’ the Indian asked. I will give you a vase the European said. How strange the Indian thought, “what will I do with a vase?” she said out-loud mistakenly. “You will fill it with flowers, the ones I will bring to you when I come back from a long trip” they will remind you of me, even when I am not there. The Indian was confused...What a strange custom. Is this how they prove love? Empty vases. She should have known at that moment that like that vase, all the promises he would ever make would be just as empty. Every whisper. Every word. Every thought and act. A ploy: like that vase.
Tidal waves they rise, they fall, sometimes they collide. We never pay attention to each others waves, it takes too much work. We're so ignorant to our own tide and how it affects others seas, we are violent in speach, action, and even thought. However, when you choose a path and you stick to it, you find sign posts along the way that help guide you. Strangers provide glimpses of our selves and renouned hope. Innocently, carrying no judgement of our past, they give us hope. Unnamed It is so Time to hold on 'or the time to so ah I love is a day to remember how bad A love I can see I a star I It can be There no crying all the want and my love I need of Love I pleased to see Night my Love is okay the river the morning prison Feeling me with the heart and she is calling my name, all over the sky up here Up in spirit the son Stop but say you are his lady your love I dont feel and I all way look I am on my feet trying to move on An