Filling days

justam
justam Posts: 21,415
edited February 2011 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Is it all about the running on? Days and nights and time running on without a gap or a comma, coma, death, with not even a wreck somewhere? We go on living (if we're lucky) no matter what happens. It could be the heartbreak scene of the century or the clumsy slip on a popped bubble, and it almost doesn't matter if we keep breathing. Living, moving, walking on, as we must. No surgery. No soft gifts. Perhaps thinking too much, or perhaps thinking nothing at all, emptiness... It almost doesn't matter! (Oh Sincere Joy, this morning I woke up!) Only fools worry so much, right? Why not just pursue what interests our hearts on a day to day schedule? Why not just stop judging or holding on to anything but what we need? I could be happy not thinking about anything while moving my fingers and making sounds. I could be happy stuffing more useful information into my curious self. Easily, I could be happy being a cave of wonders. It all depends on the time of night or day and how much I can turn off all the dialogue. Quiet be the language, silence be the comfort, oh just to hear whatever is outside of the personal echo that's left when I am not floating in any particular direction.
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