I never knew what the day would bring. I would imagine that we all have plans and have an idea of what to do with our day. Does it ever be what we expect? Does it ever come a time that you wind down the day lay your head on the pillow and say...just how I planned it? Well this evening I am now convinced that it is NEVER a foresighted episode.
Tonight, I go to bed surprised, disappointed, and informed. Yes, I meant informed. I learned that the world is as I thought it was. Many bubbles trying to avoid its bubble to pop, even if that means other bubbles must sacrifice its existence.
I learned that the world is cold, distant, disconnected, and selfish. It needs its picture to be the picture of us all. It needs to destroy in order for it to be born.
I guess what I am trying to say...I saw the enemy today. I saw you...again.
I will never need that reminder again. My life for yours will never be.
Drawing first blood doesn't make you the winner, it only makes me resolved in your death.
I hope you are prepared...because you have shown...not that you don't care about me...but you don't care about yourself.
Ill prepare your last words.
I am Priest.
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Tonight, before I go to bed twice I find these feelings unusual and uninvited. I was not prepared for this encounter from within.
Now it seems the world is still and not turning. Like a pendullum of thought should continue to freely be expressed, but is forced into silence.
Anom A Lous
Our world, the world we share, we are the world, and our's is being denied rotation to bring about the next day.
No horizon where it should be, because the hour has refused the light of tomorrow.
If we can find our way despite this obstinate obstacle called orbit, then we shall be free to rest from the forces that keep pulling us apart.
Until then, time will tell.
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