and why am i awake at one twenty six, now seven, am? too much on my mind. im at peace and enjoying seeing the universe do its predetermined dance before me eyes and yet, im dazed and dizzy watching things happen and shift and move and wonder how i fit into the entire twirling, beautiful thing. so, i just toss and turn, and smile and sigh and decide to get up and stare at the effervescent screen though i image the stars outside me varkiza apartment home will fill me with more brilliance than twenty years in this light, and yet, im here, and looking, not sure for what, but looking. not really for anything, like truth or inspiration or contact, but just looking like you do when you are sitting with people but your thoughts are so far away and you look past everyone and anything but dont particularly focus on anything tangible, just away, just out there. and so it is like this that i look, but not see. im seeing two hundred other worlds and possibilities and combinations flutter around me and feel joy that i can chose and dance here or there or nowhere, like now, and still, i look for lack of knowing where else to put the restlessness. its a pregnancy of sorts. the good kind where, like bread baking in the oven, when its nearly ready it is ready to come out and be what it is meant to be, and im getting that ready for the next reality that soon (and much sooner) will be and how we, i, and we again will trot and fall and dance and cry (for both joy and sorrow) in that reality too.
Posted on: Tue, 27 May 2014 22:33:56 +0000
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