Aberation

A thing lasts only as long as people remember it. Interesting that history is supposed to re-teach us what has been...only we choose to accept our own brash divinity over the mistakes of the past. Beneath my self indulgent hole, I may find comfort...how pitiful. To know that my thoughts are simply instances of aberation fills me with excitment. A million light reflections pass over and could be absorbed with an instance of thought. Just have to let the light touch you, supported by any mentionable phrase. How we've survived so misguided is a mystery. It seems that with every passing day most of what is going down is a lie and all that is being erected are more mirrors. It should be easy to consider it finished....and flush it all away, but they've got me trapped within the shackles of myself. But I fear that to state the obvious is a downfall of my own design. I know that I exist on forty six and one, and this conceptual proof has been enough to provoke thought from the levels 1-3 of my existence, and will undoubtably continue to fuel my existentialistic points.

Is living here life? or is living here society? Is there even a seperation or are they just feathers?
Please hold your light where I can see; not buried within most like the midnight sun. I wish to express emotions and see people as persons. The exertion of pressure to run instictivly on auto pilot is great to overcome, though it may seem to be a lone system on the surface it will soon be realized that others have made it and will extatically pull you over.

As the walls come down I should cry, it should have a somniferous effect at that moment. I would write it down without a pen for all to see. The days we stop counting and the nights get strained. There does exist a short cut to this, though it has it's draw backs it is interesting to realize that of course a short cut has obstacles...otherwise it just be the way. Still I belive the journey to this place makes the arrival possible.

When you're touching me...it's to push me away...But I would trade it all just to sit atop that peak and meditated with those palms on my face. The coffee house dreams, and porch light conversations are what makes that omnifarious day an infinite possibility.

"Devour to survive, so it is so it's always been"
"Repugnant is the creature who would squander the ability to lift an eye to heaven; conscious of its feable time here" JMK