Why do we carry around these handheld computers ? Oh Thats right because someone decided it was better to have it glued to you all the time instead of just a big box stuck at home. Why is this where we live in screens and behind printed letters? Programmed software to get things done faster right? Why should I have to have a phone anyway? Oh That’s right because without it I’m a drifter , a loner destined to become a permanent resident of no where . Well no where sounds a hell of a lot better than here.

Hearing my sister play and sing gives me inspiration . Hearing my mother tell stories about my grandfathers gives me inspiration. Hearing of my siblings successes give me inspiration. Seeing my life from a strange and humbled perspective gives me inspiration to do my best. Hearing my little brother play the piano gives me inspiration. Inspiration has been given to me many a time but can I give it to someone else ?

I peered over the edge and saw nothing until I pushed myself over and was then laying down on the nothing. Then nothing was something , something to give me disdain for lack of self control , for lack of steering clear and not even looking over.

A brick makes for a hard sandwich. A brick can be a seriously undermined essential link of your house . A brick can lead to somewhere far away . A brick can mark the end of civilization. Or a brick could be a brick.

I want to eat sound, hear colors, feel sight, see taste, smell touch. I want to consume sounds and feel replenished. I want to hear colors and see what they say to each other in any given light. I want to feel the secenery of the planet. I want to see the taste of sight. I want to smell the touch of feeling.

Love is showing someone your soul. Love is the death of your heart. Love is in your grandfather’s eyes. Love is in the kiss of rain. Love is in your mother’s bosom as she holds you. Love is the killing blow. Love is the first fallen leaf of autumn. Love is the first flower pushing away the dirt and snow. Love is a constant that is invisible to most. Love is what our universe is made of.

I have always been in awe of the weather. Water floating around through the air without a care in the world and then because of some difference in temperature can cause the whole sky to become angry with electricity and huge claps of thunder that echo throughout the land. And not to mention that the sky can suck things up off the ground chew them up and spit them out. Or when snow storms turn everything into a white desert. It is a beautiful display of odd.

Hats are strange to me they always have been. You are putting a piece of cloth or straw or canvas on top of your head. You can mix and match , I’ve never been one for hats unless I’m camping then I’ll wear a beanie to keep warm. They are like clothes something temporary that will fade and tear in time , that you may grow out of or lose. Just another weird alien thing us humans do.

Have you asked a bird if it ever tires from singing?

Have you asked the sky why it cries ?

Have you asked the ocean why it is in constant turmoil and motion ?

Have you asked the trees why they stand still?

Have you asked the Earth why she breathes ?…I wish I had

One thing I should search for always , one thing I should adopt and make myself one with is forgiveness. There is too much hate and disgust that is not mine , I have been carrying this heavy sack of rocks on my back for too long . I have been carrying it for everyone else and I am ready to let go and shed it off I am ready to unshackle and run from the chain-gang . I am ready to get shot out of the cannon and fly.