Words, lost to him. To carry this known fact all by himself, this place will fade from his memory, places that will die to him. Free, the feeling fulfilling assurance that he will never be again on that avenue because the street he's looking for is ahead of him. It is awkward this awful feeling that is sure everything will be fine. But it is sure right to be unsure and keep one guard up, the wall for imminent danger. Let's not speak of the what could happen and focus on what is happening. Try not to look too far into the distance, there are too many obstacles in the way and to think too far ahead will only bring lonely disappointment. Have you ever been on a sure road, a paved and clear road, a road with no cracks, tears, or imperfections? No,one could have, it is just unreal.
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