Consumed as if a parcel into the sun. Without proportion; weight carries no meaning, as its internalized to the racing feeling of what it is to really be lost. falling doesnt begin to come close. Monitoring closely we track feelings and thoughts to maximize comfort. Yet when that threshold is crossed; does not compute. Were pulled like taffy into the most finite sense to stay complete. Rationalize. Become conscious of our current state and destination. Achieve a pebble of awareness to that course. That is where comfort is born. We take it. We give it; yearn for it. Im quite uncomfortable with that. Im not okay with not knowing at least, a relative state of being of another beyond a reasonable doubt. I want everyone to be comforted. By something. Somehow. No matter what situation they are in. By knowledge. By sight, any intangible certainty. Im tortured with the thought of watching what we are be dispatched so quickly, evaporating bonds weve created. Im jetted far beyond my reach when it comes to this. Struck down. Scattered. Because my mind cannot digest such basic values. To comfort such a real void. Wherein lies my soul. Asking a simple question, too complex to answer. With life comes death, leaving something begging to be shown, what about when we leave this vessel. Will I exist, even just if, as a dim glow? I dont know. Catch 22. For the reasons, whatever they may be. I place my faith in an arbitrary complacency of the time and space we breath. I have existed at one point, so, maybe I will see again, breathe once more; another time and space.
Posted on: Fri, 12 Sep 2014 20:43:09 +0000
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