July 16

empty pages become filled

empty days become full

when you choose to put 

the pen on the page

when you choose to put

your mind on the day

moments are fleeting

don't let yourself become 

seventy years old and 

wonder where the years went

when you were young

what if i did that

or this or that

time is illusory and temporary

yet its really happening

all the time 

a phenomenon that can't 

be explained

that you age in the same 

day that you are young

but seemingly not at all

aspiring for more when it is 

already here 

is like looking for something

that is right in your hand 

all to well 

we know to appreciate

the second at hand

moving through time and space

is the present 

we are gifted

for being a being 

yet  

we rush against time 

just to find 

there is no race

what do we really want?

is that knowledge 

enough to us

or is the 

inquisition and curiosity

integral and neccessary

to our explorations

and discoveries?

what we like 

turns us on to life

what we want is new

novelty moves us

curiousity finds us

in the middle of 

unexplored land 

where foreign tongues

merge and mouth 

unfound desires

whispers of complacency

spoken in the direction

of the nomads whom

look to new lifes

and divergent paths

as ones known before

and become

all too familiar

to ever get lost.

 

Author's Note

this began as a stream of consciousness that contuined to flow into a revealation of our unconscious desires to explore and experience the world. Not waiting for anyone to come and save you.

Reviews

[Sylvaine Aetherwyn]

Your writings are really good! It's my favourite among all you posted!
It has that similar ache and sense which keeps the people —who lives on the edge of knowing —awake at night..

[Visions of Chudear Oyual]

Loving your reviews, thank you, and yes these are the kinds of thoughts that keep one awake