I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly, for you tread on my dreams.
-William Butler Yeats
And beyond this time. Behind the curtain of pain and suffering. Behind injustice and the rape of the natural world. Beneath our feet. Past the eyes and the tears of our youth.
I dream.
Something could be and something should be. Greater then the mind but I see it. I am imperfect.. But in this somber mind I see perfection. It is there and it is real. It breathes and cries and loves and hates. This dream is closer then you think. A hidden harmony. That fear would not be there with out comfort. What would we cry for if we only knew happiness. Would we even understand the meaning behind that word without something to contrast it against? I say no. This world of ours is filled with two part. To object or two energies. Make up what ever you would like and put them at opposite ends of a stick. Lets think of the weather. Mother nature is just trying to balance out her workings. One side is order. The other is disorder. It takes effort to put things in order. You have to try. But disorder. It is so simple. Shake a box puzzle pieces around as much as you like. But open the box and pour the parts on the ground. How many time have you ever seen a puzzle get poured out into its order shape? How many time have you predicted your life with a perfect order and accuracy?
A few random thoughts for you. Maybe the start of some book. That is something i would really like to write about fully someday.
I decided to to drown myself in liquor tonight. In stead i spent my time with some friends. We drank coffee and talked about random crap. Good times.
-bloodyGIR 