Stranded

Life is a constant happening and falling away. 

Like the tides that crash into the shore shooting salty particles into the air and onto the sand sinking further and further into the earth. Everything is in motion, even the stillness. 

The painting is not still, this poem is not still, there are countless things and 'un-things' moving, both within me and without'.

Where to find the place whereist I can relieve myself from all of this doubt!

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The only moment is now, and even it is forever fleeting such as when we try to grasp water with our fingers and out of which the liquid slips. Like trying to recall a dream and it swiftly recedes from memory. Each word I type is now in the past, and is only recollected by memory yet if I gave no intention to remember there would only be now, there would only be now if I DO remember!

There's only one earth, but upon this land are over 7 billion worlds, all perceptions colored by ones experience, upbringing, philosophies, relationships, education, speculation, problems and the list goes on. One thing I know we all have in common is that we breathe and that we bleed. I'm empathetic enough to see, that you all feel and grateful to know that we all heal, in time, day by day, hour by hour, minute by minutes, breath by breath. 

 

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I spotted a deer lost, frigtened and alone by the highway during rush hour. Gripped by confusion and fear the deer ran helplessely back and forth indecisive of which way to turn. My soul joined hers when I recollected the times when I felt just as the deer had, When the word 'relax' didn't make any sense to me, I didn't know it's meaning, I only knew the anguish and torment that perpetuated from an endless pit of negative thinking that I fed myself and regurgitated and repeat. No, I knew, that the tides had changed when I saw that deer, it was a bitter sweet goodbye to that way of which I lived my life. 

 

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I'm curious to heal and examine my life, to linger upon those enigmas that has chained me to the deep blue thick haze electrified with sadness, hate, jealousy,confusion. I'm curious in bettering myself, I AM INTRIGUED! 

I am stranded in this adventure, of which I am well pleased. 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I've been trying to decide whether to move back to my hometown or stay in the place I moved to, and I had to write my soul out. 

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See how it feels. I could never live in Port Huron. After seeing the world. Of course if you are from N. Y. , Paris, or Chicago ~ Go for it! ~A~

Great writing!