Walkaway

Pressure.  What if life were a movie.. movies have meaning.  The scenes are important and they contribute to something larger.  Characters are a real part of what happens.  The viewer is engaged in a plot of important or even unimportant events that seem important and, in a way, are.  Why isn't life this way?  Life seems so menial and pale in comparison.  Oftentimes, things seem to not work out rather than to work out.

The daily in-and-out grind of drudgery fitted quaintly into some kind of framework that supposed to make it good and beneficial for its participants.  That this is what we are to learn and master in order to become.  My mind contests the thought that this is reality and is what is important - how can it be so when the idea of what could be is so much more inspiring and intriguing, unmarred by realities that pull down the advent of
the good and novel.

How am I to see past what is?  How am I to see from an elevated perspective when life is so full of dross?  Can it be done? Is this what is meant to be?  It seems so unfitting; but so is the good news.  Oh the irony.  Who am I to feel wronged and unwarranted?

How..

green eyes

He persists to listen and talk; realize what you have.  Laugh at similarities discovered - it's taken so long.

Rocks with different shapes and sizes.  Turn each one over and try to discover where and what is hiding still.  Why? and How? and what to do now?  Regrets and wishes, and holes unpatched.  

You explain the way you think things are, but realize you are wrong and then come green eyes.  It has been years, caught by surprise.
Removed, unfurled, but for a time.

She cares so much, and you care too.  But what is this animal inside?  Where is this disconnect?  If it's so simple why is it so hard?
It's hard to forget, it's hard to feel.  How to control, split up intwo.

Return and turn, acceleration. Friction, change, no navigation.  Or so it seems but hard to listen.  Enamored, empty, swirling vision. 

Dying weather

Sometimes the weather reflects your insides.  I titled this blog, my sundown, after a song by Jimmy Eat World. In this first blog I would post the lyrics of this song because it expresses how I feel but I am not that open of a person so I will leave it to the reader.

Perhaps the chapters in our lives are simply extended days.  The sun rises and lights the world but at some point sets and leaves the  world to the stars.  And then it's up to us to read the stars to find out which way to go.  One needs faith to believe the sun will rise again on another day to be filled with joy and promise.  One would hope but nights can be long and one wonders if he can make it.  It is hard to believe when the sun dips and night falls that there is another day lying ahead when it can't yet be seen and he doesn't know what it will entail.