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 |
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
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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
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