in my mind

A character in this reality, each of us is a character in each episode. Everyone else is watching in another reality. Who is to say what is known? What if all that is known is just perceived? Everything we know is almost everything that we have been told. If our ancestors figured their own truths, why are we not looking for our own?

-in my mind

Tuesday, July 17, 2012

Waking up in my sleep

Waking up
in my sleep
The sun is
up
the birds
chirp
mostly the chicks,
crying
for food
The sound is no music
to my hears
Must not have woken up
on
the right side of the bed
Indeed
one did rise from
the left
the sound of rain
is the feeling of sleep
my bed
is requesting my
presence
but I am too busy 
holding 
this white cup of 
coffee
looking out the
window
watching
trees
wind and
trying to glimpse the sky
through the gray clouds
thinking to
myself
the world is  most
beautiful
looking at the grass on the other side of the
fence
part of which is
balding
other part color
aged
but from this angle
it is just
real
beautiful isn't
perfect
but somehow perfect is beautiful
And the sun brings light to the world
this is the sight to
see
with
the world
although
simple
it gives joy to just look


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Some stories are fabricated, some stories are imaginative, some stories are not your own, and some are factual, but all are stories that is an individuals and he must share so that he feels the world part of him, not just him part of the world