Lessons Spurned. these days.

Looking out at myself from the inside, I often want to give myself advice. I say to myself:

It is foolish to value the freedom to choose above the choosing. Freedom to choose is meaningless when it is never exercised. Potential is meant to be spent, to be realized, to be consumed. Do not fear becoming a thing because of everything you will not then be. Remember that freedom is not lost in the exercise of it. You can always turn back. You can always tear down. You can always, will always, be free. Do not be confused by poor metaphors. Life is not a road you choose to the exclusion of all others. Life is not a thing you grasp in your hands so that you must release all other things. life is everything you are and everything you do. Be. Do. Live.

But, alas, I am not listening. My mind has wandered away somewhere. I'm no better a pupil than I am a teacher. And now, even the teacher is gone, distracted by some foolery. Such is life for me.

days pass
these days
between each blink
looking around
as through water
at a world of blur
dark shapes move closer
then move away
sounds like moans
and grumbles
lap against me
like waves on my shore
and i open my mouth
to speak
and the water rushes in
and i close my eyes
these days
forgetting the words
then move away
as through water
between each blink
days pass
to speak
at a world of blur
looking around
these days

Hello, friends. How are you today?

Later. Love.