a whole, crisp clear perspective has developed. it makes more sense than ever before. and yet, im more lost than ever before. when did clarity become so confusing?
when i awake from a nothingness, i look back at the past grind and see an abyss. a wasted time off light makeing me want to live it again. i do and the same blackness of what re-plays. converes with a light that can not be seen by me. i envy the souls who see out of the abyss and recover a clover from the patch, for my patch has no leafs of for. everything i feel, make, work, try turns to and stays nothing. i need a change i need a four leaf clover.
and so i shut my eyes for another nothingness. if they open at the end, what should i do who should i become. find it i must a clover of four. so then tell me am i searching for the wrong myth or are they all the same, unicorns, nomes, bottles in witch magical beings dwell and grant three, fairys, a fuzzy foot. or do i change and live the new abyss as it comes, not to be me but differant as a whole. i have no answer for. ahh rest i want need the only thing i do right. rest with a nothing in my abyss.
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