Trinkets of history abundant invading my mind like mosquitoes to fresh sweet skin, pictures haunt of nothing i can freeze frame. in the silence i find solace from the reality of the pollution of being.
Dependant now on sunset and sunrise they feed and water me with energy. I hold the darkness in my arms and rock it to sleep and bleed the night from darkness until light pours through.
As i sit in my own self observing the rain and the others who notice it instead of feel it light trickles through and feeds the automata with there need for a grasp of the real world what ever that maybe. There is a gentle breeze cooling the edge of the tropical heat that glistens from the moisture, this is night or is it my perception or maybe my perception is the night ?
The non-permanent id of my transient state is comforting, instead of repetition or familiarity i have a passing through feeling and this gives me release.
It is now and that counts because what i do now changes the past of my future and that means alot if only i could change the past from my present, time travel is linear and unidirectional i feel.
I am the illogical answer to a unanswerable question posed to deaf audience, it seems that the only second chances i ever get is to make the same mistake twice !
What am i saying ?
well -
Our destiny is to endure all hardships that we encounter along the path to what we perceive to be true and worthwhile.

Aggghhhhh that feels better ! Sometimes it is good to just convey your thought s !

Live well and love life people.

geepod