It is, at times, mind-numbing. We get bogged down by all that emotional traffic and mental graffiti, and all it will do is create further questions you may never find an answer for. Unnecessary worries: always with the questions. What the hell is going on? What’s wrong with this world? What can we do? Whom can we ask? Who will answer honestly? Are there honest answers? You end up questioning yourself. Can you question your existence, or can you live with it? Self-interrogation takes up so much precious time. Often you end up asking the wrong person the right question.
the life cycle determines all things must end even the days slowly even passively we notice if we pay attention to all fragments of time and space if only the day knew the beauty and wonder of the night
The lines outline where we are, in
moments and more. Each step
we take, each day we make some
sort of mark on the landscape.
Our life, as temporary as it seems,
continues to pass us by.
Season by season.
We must embrace the reminders
of who we are, not what we
have been. Like where you are
will constantly change from
where you have been.
At times it is a blur.
We remain convinced by this
confusion, and seldom make the
right assumptions, in the moments
where we wish to define ourselves.