:On Time

  The greatest mystery has got to be time.  I should know; I've invested a lot of it trying to come to terms with the concept.  I suppose I don't actually want to get too technical with all of this because right now I feel weighed down and lifted free at the same time.  I've lost a lot of it inside of my own mind...time I mean.  It appears as if I haven't even found out where it went all those years ago.  But now here I am referring back to my life in the essence of what is to be my prime. 
  Am I going to be the one who reminisces on high school propaganda --who dismisses the responsibilities one must endure just in the respect of time?  I sure hope not.  I wanted to be one step ahead of the curve --but I'm not sure I am ready to let it fly by that fast.  That's what they say right? While You're Having Fun....well I do not want mine to deplete that way.  I can't even stand the thought of it.
  I feel I have chosen what to waste and what to contemplate --but never have I taken this piece of life, we all refer to in increments of time, for granted.  I most definitely relish in the fact that I am able to be of like mind and body ---that I have not been as damaged as I should've been.  That over time --even though things present themselves as little iotas of who you became as of yet --I am a complete soul.  Reaching out to the cosmos for love and scarificing all the terrors of my mind for the joys in my heart. 
  Whether this thing called time will be better to me...I don't know?  But it sure hasn't been not good.  Still thinking back though --these are my memories; this is my world.





current song: Bjork - One Day
current mood: Lifted Free

:On The Tip [Swung]

So I guess I had to address it some day --I mean why not right off the bat?
  Look at me; coming back to my drafts like old pictures in a pile of new ones.
      It's like I love shuffling through all my mess; and I never have the pleasure much like I do when I'm completely revolving around the world of the unknown...right on the tip of it.
  Don't call it odd; because I'm sure there are plenty as I type...ranting off in their own minds about the wilds of not only the misfortune of childhood but the splendor all the same.
  I suppose I like that about finding solace in my flaws --I can remember to a time that once was; and resolve that change is possible.  If once it may in fact happen again...and it will.  So I keep telling myself as long as you rock steady...sway as the wind does push and pull you; there is no way you can ever fall of the edge of the tip.