In it to win it I am in a caravan of emotions crawling through a desert in search of an oasis, I think I see an oasis, but myself says Dont drink the water, its a ethereal mirage of true intimacy. WOW, one a oasis after another, and myself refuses for us to take drink? Mirage? REALLY? This despite being parched while in a consumate fast for a feast of dreams? I make sacrifice after sacrifice, this while striving in the blistering heat of summer, with nothing to show but a dream? Lightning could strike myself says, while ignoring the fact that we are further and further away in time from the birth of the dream that has yet to come to fruition, this drought has me doing a rain dance, around a fire of desire that can not be quenched. Sail on and on and on myself says, while on this quest for the fountain of youth; but I cant help but attempt to muster the crew of emotions and senses to commit mutiny, but their will is not their own, I feel so betrayed, so alone, myself wont listen to me and our emotions are as stubborn as myself. I keep kicking myself in the ass, but it just laughs and goes through the motions as if everything is going to be alright; Saying Be rational, youve got to have faith. WTF?
Posted on: Wed, 03 Sep 2014 15:16:43 +0000