The way I feel
How I have no motivation to go out
To see anyone
To open any book
I feel fatigued
My head hurts
Quite possibly due to the multiple cups of extra bold coffee I’ve been drinking every day for the past 2 weeks
The caffeine must be weak in my veins
All the receptors in my brain
Whatever the hell they’re called
are now begging me for another cup
And so badly I want one
But I won’t
I’m going to starve this addiction clean
At least until tomorrow
When I have another cup
Maybe I’ll just ween myself off
That seems fair
The zombie apocalypse has begun.
The mindless masses move in heards,
Now knowing anything.
Reacting to any stimulus in their environment.
Crowding around the soulful.
Feeding off the few who fight to stay alive.
Eating them alive.
Tearing them down.
Creating more numb monsters to join the crowd.
This is happening.
Open your eyes to the truth.
Open your mind to your soul.
Be as you as you can be.
Fight off the undead who have fallen victim to the cultural ideals of today.
If you lead, you will live.
A man spits on the ground in between drags of his menthol cigarette
While he picks bits of wax from the corners of his finger nails and flicks them onto the gravel driveway
He takes a long drag and tosses the butt on the ground and steps on
Three times with the toe of his white and black high top converse
Laced all the way up and tied neatly
He turns around and heads back across the drive into his work shop.
He’s working on a new piece.
It’s only legs and a torso at the moment
but in time this will be another work of art to add to the museum
He turns up the volume on the old radio which is covered in wax from years of use during his work sessions
It’s a surprise it still works.
Creedance Clearwater revival - have you ever seen the rain is playing.
He knods his head twice in approval of the song and gets to work.
You can be like the water
But remember that life is a river
Which continually flows
The earth that gets swept away with the current of the river may become sedentary
also diminishing over time
The wind that swirls above the river
Has no order
and no home
The fire that rages on the banks
Cannot possibly survive in the water
Water flows over and around any obstacle life brings its way
The water always moves on
Always moving forward
The future is neither here or there
It is not near or far.
But the future will be here and there and the future is everywhere.
The present is present but only for a second
How long till the past overcomes the present?
The past has happened and so has the present as soon as it happens.
If whatever happens, happens
the past has happened,
is the present happening at all?
Or the future is swallowed by the past in an instant by a mouth we call the present.
It’s perhaps hard to live in the moment
When each moment is endlessly ending.
As I stand in front of a fire outside on a chill fall day
I think to myself,
There are very few things in this world that are so genuine that finding an equal substitution for them is impossible
The unique beauty of a sunrise on a quiet morning before there’s any traffic on the roads
The feeling of standing outside during a downpour,
Allowing the rain to wash over your head
The feeling of walking through the woods,
While being followed only by the sound of your footsteps crunching the earth below your feet
The warmth of a fire,
Radiating its heat onto your body.
There are no experiences more real than these,
In today’s artificial world,
It’s nature that makes me feel alive,
It’s nature that brings me to peace.