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

Sunday, March 24, 2013

The Way I see it

translating
the motion of your lips
getting fussy
your words
all I'm hearing is
I love you
but
your lips are motioning
different words
or so it seems
squeenting trying to
better understand
but all I make out is
I love you
I love you
I love you
with anger, then
with tears, with
hate, then with
care, I love you
I love
you, I
love you, I love
you

© EOU 2013

To: Gracious, Merciful 
TO DUST ~ Helen Jane Long
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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