Sunday, October 12, 2014

This Town

We are children
This town is our playground
The sky is grey,
Our eyes are clear.

We are actors
This town is our stage
The moment is fleeting
We are free from our cage.

We are lovers
This town is our bed
Show me the image,
It's mixed up in my head.

We are creatures
This town is our zoo
I might stumble and fall,
But I'll come back to you.

Thursday, October 9, 2014

Free Writing Meant For Two

       Abstract this may be, prepare your mind.
You may get lost in my words, they may trap you in a web.  They may seem like a fog, and I apologize. If that is the case, you may go now, the door is there.
No hard feelings, he understands.  I know it may be hard, I'm not forcing you to try and untangle the mess that is my mind.
I just ask that you stand here, that you stand by me, that you hear me, listen, hold me when it's cold.  Heaven, if there is one, knows I would do the same for you.

       This blog started out as a place to report life as I saw it.  A place to keep all you lovely readers updated on what was happening on my journey across the states.  and here I am now, back where I started.  Have I changed for the better? For the worse?
people around me have changed, that is certain.  I see the differences as clear as if suddenly the sky was red.
       Others call me crazy, am I true?
       Is this even real?
       I learned from a bespectacled curly-haired man that dreams are not dreams just the opposite, sleeping version of our daytime realities.  Is that true? He told me that the daytime is not any more real than the dream world.  He told me we should not question our dreams any more than we question our life during the day.
      What do you think?
       I find that hard to think about.  Our dreams being as important as our waking life is a concept that is hard for me to grasp.  I think it completely possible, 67% plausible, but it is a big thing for me to think about.