Today a wandered the mall. A place of crowds and eyes; But all are deaf and blind. No thought, just auto-piloted brains driving the souls hidden in it further from the light of day.
I walked in the rain today. I walk cause the rain makes me feel that much more alive. I strode like Roy Batty under the scrall of LA in the year 2014. Death is the most patient of friends for it walks with us all our lives. Waiting, listening, never leaving you far from it's touch.
Morbidity is such a saturating mode.
ACQUAINTED WITH THE NIGHT
I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain -- and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.
I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.
I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
When far away an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another street,
But not to call me back or say good-bye;
And further still at an unearthly height,
O luminary clock against the sky
Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.
I have been one acquainted with the night
A poem by Robert Frost.
I know that I read too much and think too little, or is that the other way around. Confusion is the blinder that keeps us from panicing at the site of the dawns to come. But panic is not the only emotion dulled, joy and rapture are clasped tightly as well. All lost under the struggle we make in confusions grip.
We pride ourselves on impulse lost; Falling all to gracously for the lull of second thoughts. Far too many times have I missed the kisses and caresses of the fair ones passed.
Too many nights I ran into the darkness affraid of the wanting dreams slumber would bring. The empty, hallow taste wet inside my mouth for the longing of oportunities missed.
Loss is easy, living with loss is hard. I'm going now; I grow weary and fearful of the walls around me. The night calls out like a sirens song. The slumber will have to wait.....
I walked in the rain today. I walk cause the rain makes me feel that much more alive. I strode like Roy Batty under the scrall of LA in the year 2014. Death is the most patient of friends for it walks with us all our lives. Waiting, listening, never leaving you far from it's touch.
Morbidity is such a saturating mode.
ACQUAINTED WITH THE NIGHT
I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain -- and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.
I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.
I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
When far away an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another street,
But not to call me back or say good-bye;
And further still at an unearthly height,
O luminary clock against the sky
Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.
I have been one acquainted with the night
A poem by Robert Frost.
I know that I read too much and think too little, or is that the other way around. Confusion is the blinder that keeps us from panicing at the site of the dawns to come. But panic is not the only emotion dulled, joy and rapture are clasped tightly as well. All lost under the struggle we make in confusions grip.
We pride ourselves on impulse lost; Falling all to gracously for the lull of second thoughts. Far too many times have I missed the kisses and caresses of the fair ones passed.
Too many nights I ran into the darkness affraid of the wanting dreams slumber would bring. The empty, hallow taste wet inside my mouth for the longing of oportunities missed.
Loss is easy, living with loss is hard. I'm going now; I grow weary and fearful of the walls around me. The night calls out like a sirens song. The slumber will have to wait.....
Thanks for the Picture, still figuring parts of it out. are the jet wings attached to my back? either way, It looks like I'm hella strong with the strength of a 1,000,000 horses. Right on!
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