silence...might be nice
I
have a feeling that I�m letting something valuable slip away from me.
I
can�t pinpoint it.
If I
could I would grab it.�
It�s
like a sixth sense that keeps talking to me under its breath.
In
the mornings I feel fresh and new, an hour later I feel used and abused.
I
realize that I�m shuffling through my life too much.
I am
�going along� and that�s just not good enough.
I
have visions of what I want, and with the vision comes no map.
I
see pictures of what is to come.
I am
walking closer to the pictures I see.
Some
day it will become completely clear.
I am
walking forward, I want to see.
More
than to see, I want to be in that picture.
It
is a puzzle.
I am
its last piece.
~~~~~
The
sugared sensation of success has brushed my lips.
I
like the taste.
The
bad memories are slowly being replaced.
I
like the pace.
The
things I see are abstracted filaments.
I
like the chase.
~~~~~
Sometimes
I wish that I could just turn it all off
Forget
the let downs
Overcome
the fear
Catapult
past you
~~~~~
The
above is the way I write.� I just open
word and type type type.� Then normally 75% of what comes out gets
nixed.� And then I do the same thing
again the next day.� And
then again the next.� And then�.I
nix and write and nix and by the end of the week I might have one thing I
actually like, one thing someone else likes, and nothing anyone pays for.� And I�m starting to wonder what is the point. What would happen if I just stopped�.� I mean I just
wasted 5 minutes writing the above shit. �