Too complicated to love? Food for thought. Love to live, live to love. I don’t want to be a cliché. Picking up the pieces of your past to create a foundation for your present and a platform for your future. Apologies. Kisses in the summer and yearning in the winter. My mind is like, like, like, leaves on an autumn afternoon; a diminutive tornado before your eyes. A whirl of red, yellow, brown, a little green. Me. Thanks. Can we have silence? The silence of life. Memories; beautiful and grotesque - dancing underneath my scalp on cold Sunday mornings. Representative of whom, them or me? I carry my body, who carries my soul? Hope. Telling a story with your eyes, not your mouth. Creativity and beauty too overwhelming for attention - sad. The brazenness of your presence is so attractive. Funny, that. Looking around there are so many clones and it’s upsetting – upsetting to see people who are all replicas of each other. ‘Dare to be different’. Hypocrisy is so hard to avoid. A confused generation where morals are regularly beaten to a pulp – destroyed and lost in translation to a point where they simply cannot be recovered. THE world is a sad place in retrospect; YOUR world is what YOU make it (or is it?). The influence of others will always be a person’s downfall. Wisdom comes with experience, not age – you learn from your journeys, the people you meet, the things you see. To learn you must apply yourself, the ability to learn isn’t given. Words are heavenly. Literature personified would not be physically ‘conventionally’ beautiful – that is far too cliché. The beauty of literature personified would be somewhat anarchistic because words inflict emotion beyond lust and admiration. Excuse me and my opinions, or rather, don’t. I don’t want to be excused or dismissed. I want to be heard. Let my voice be the ‘rebellion’ of the 60s. Listening/Expressing/Listening/Loving. Time is a curse of life. So many lessons to learn, is there enough time? I can’t answer so many questions but I love to ask. Unanswered questions allow my mind to wind down streets, roads, cities unheard of. H o w ...?
