My mind screamed at its self.
Why was I being such a drama queen?
No one cared.
No one wanted to hear me ramble about how hard I had.
Why couldn’t I get that through my thick head?
Why couldn’t I understand the fact that no one is here to listen?
‘No one cares. Be quiet.’ My brain told me, ‘Keep your head down. Write it on paper. The paper will listen.’
I fight the urge to yell at people. For one reason I want someone to hear.
And there is someone. But he seems far away. Distant.
For some reason I didn’t feel as close as I used too.
But now, now things are different.
I don’t tell people what they don’t care about hearing.
I know where to find him when I need to talk.
I know how to control the mental noise.
Man’s Red Flower, inspired by Rudyard Kipling:
Man’s Red Flower,
Fills you with power.
Man’s Red Fire,
Fills you with desire.
Man’s Red Weapon,
Beautiful, deadly, thrust upon,
Those who protect themselves,
And those who are greedy.
While the red flower is captivating,
It is fatal.
Luring it’s victims with it’s flame
Then using that same flame to burn everything in it’s path.
Sometimes I feel stupid…
Stupid for liking you.
Stupid for thinking about you.
Stupid for thinking you would think about me.
I have made a decision.
A decision that’ll save me time.
A decision that I’ll forget about you.
I break my resolve and feel like I should go back to you
I feel like it wouldn’t be so bad to be stupid.
I wonder if you were actually think about me,
Then maybe I wouldn’t feel stupid.
Maybe I would feel good
But I know that won’t happen.
It just won’t
And I think everyone knows that.
~ Winter Woods
We are all half solved puzzles
looking for our missing piece.
We lie to ourselves that we have already found it.
We are still looking.
Looking for that piece.
The piece that will complete us.
And until we see what is
right under our noses,
We will never find that piece.
And what is right in front of our noses is the one who will complete us.
The Everlasting Father.
Do it often
Do it always
Wonder about motives
Wonder about nature
Wonder about youth
Wonder about age
Wonder about good
Wonder about evil
Wonder about everything
For if you do not wonder you except things as they appear
And things are almost never as they appear.
They are tricky
They are confusing and often
They throw you off the real trail
They distract you from you real purpose
People use them for good
For just about everything
And yet some people tell you to not ask questions
But you should never stop because
They get you one step to understanding
Something no one has mastered.
Something no one has completely figured out
Something that is so comlex that even the smartest person in the world hasn’t been able to even begin to break down
No one can make it a science
Because people’s actions are so random and they almost always have a reason
But the reasons are mixed up and jumbled together that they don’t make sense
Therefore, you will never be able to unerstand completely.