Silence has befallen me..
These two months of drought describe infinitely more than any string of text.. At first glance, it's just another dry patch of sand in the Empty Quarter...Another dune behind me, another bullet on my resume...It scares me how easily I succumbed, how easily I crossed the burning sand..
Yet, despite my automatous actions and monotonous distractions, I continued to ferment the mixtures in my closet.. I am still host to the midnight rendez vous of questions and answers...often in arms with one another.. more than often against me.
So much is desired in this world, yet we deny ourselves what we truly need.. It is painfully obvious, yet ever resounding, too painful for some...I cannot delve into didacticism for I am guiltier than the next, nor do I need to.. my three readers already know what they need to know.
Wisdom can come from many directions, but to act on it requires that I disentangle myself from myself and away from that which holds me in place... It is mutiny from below...supreme mutiny.. and if it succeeds.. it will leave a heartfelt voice in my head... strong enough to beautify the Quarter.. soft enough to bring the birds and bees.. deep enough to bring the rain... large enough to bring life. But what is new???
Questioning the questions.. they do arrive in plenty.. but if they are finally answered on paper will they hold any value? Will the test be outdated.. ? Will there be enough to salvage?? Will I ever know?.. Truth can be the most slippery of creatures.. will it consume me whole? Or suffocate me with its pervasive presence, just out of reach, but close enough to squeeze out life. When will I care enough?
These two months of drought describe infinitely more than any string of text.. At first glance, it's just another dry patch of sand in the Empty Quarter...Another dune behind me, another bullet on my resume...It scares me how easily I succumbed, how easily I crossed the burning sand..
Yet, despite my automatous actions and monotonous distractions, I continued to ferment the mixtures in my closet.. I am still host to the midnight rendez vous of questions and answers...often in arms with one another.. more than often against me.
So much is desired in this world, yet we deny ourselves what we truly need.. It is painfully obvious, yet ever resounding, too painful for some...I cannot delve into didacticism for I am guiltier than the next, nor do I need to.. my three readers already know what they need to know.
Wisdom can come from many directions, but to act on it requires that I disentangle myself from myself and away from that which holds me in place... It is mutiny from below...supreme mutiny.. and if it succeeds.. it will leave a heartfelt voice in my head... strong enough to beautify the Quarter.. soft enough to bring the birds and bees.. deep enough to bring the rain... large enough to bring life. But what is new???
Questioning the questions.. they do arrive in plenty.. but if they are finally answered on paper will they hold any value? Will the test be outdated.. ? Will there be enough to salvage?? Will I ever know?.. Truth can be the most slippery of creatures.. will it consume me whole? Or suffocate me with its pervasive presence, just out of reach, but close enough to squeeze out life. When will I care enough?
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