the unfolding of a thought

here we are again..... many months have passed yet love is still the same. after listening to ourselves in our heads for the long time we have it is only natural that our words sound sweetest to us. i mean what the heck is going on in that other guys head? he must be natters! memory is such a peripatetic thing that it lulls us into the security that we are changing. this thought sits firmly in the brain because we nought can remember 1 week ago and just how much our opinions then are still the same as now. kudos to the makers of the matrix, the genius of the idea/ knowledge/truth is overwhelming. we can never know the truth... yet the truth matters not for that very same reason.... and thus the only thing that matters is 'cause and effect' this moment leads to the next and that to the other. a perpetual system that keeps us constantly seeking and yet never finding because there is nothing to be found. the perfect prison who's only wall is the deception of power of control!! hats off!!!

The reader

I am not frightened,
I am not frightened of anything.
The more i suffer the more i love.
Danger will only increase my love or sharpen it or give it spice.
I'd be the only angel you need.
You would leave life even more beautifully than you entered it.
Heaven would take you up look at you and say, 'only one thing can complete a soul,'
'and that thing is love'

Emotional liberation

Once the heart finds a voice and it shares the wide expanse of its coastlines peace comes with the crushing surf and the silent runoff.

Choices

Today i face the challenge of ceasing the day with no hope for tomorrow or forgetting today and hoping that tomorrow things work for the best.
My heart tells me life is for living today that tomorrow never comes and things are never better than now.
My mind tells me that haste has stolen many lives that planning is surest way of getting to success.
Who has the middle ground? I dnt knw.
With each breath we change into a new person unknown before. Hence can we be sure that which has been planned for will still have placehn our lives when it comes?
Reason or rhymes of the season. Knowledge or the natural pulse of your heart who carries the day?

Walking in town today my legs seemed to rediscover a youthful exuberance whose memory had been scrubbed clean through bondage to gas pedals.

7 o'clock and the streets swarmed with people like a bee colony. There's scarce a foothold for the hasty step and shoulders spur and dance in full contact and close shaves. The air swelters and the buzz of a million shared words and thousands of cranky horns floods the ears.

The world seems alot smaller and there's no space for 'me' just 'us'.

Us? Yes! This amorphous frenzy of humanity bursting from every fold of the city in droves and singles.

Endless winding bus queues spin round corners and spin tales of frustration and fatigue. Tales of mary home in the kitchen and patience her sister snag in your pocket singing songs of solace. solace at great home comings to warm hugs and sweet aromas, mary in the kitchen and sweet relief at rest.

Enter 10! The streets are dead like Pompei at the wrath of Vesuvius. Nightguards hang in the shadows silent monks in a homily to the night sky. Finally sleep comes to the city. You rush along the silent streets aware of your uninvited presence and your urged departure.

Buying porridge

Its very easy to live in a cage lyk a lion in zoo. We do it everyday at almost every moment. The cage in this case is routine. Dull, endless, repetitive routine or maybe fun, endless routine. hmmm... So suddenly there is a change whereas once your cage was clean now there's a nasty dollop of tard right next to your dinner plate. Things are no longer good and routine is disrupted. Same thing happens in life. One day your eating mahindi choma next day your toothless and drooling. What to do, what to do??
ADAPT
So you change and in the process you have a 'damn you how retarded have i been?' kind of moment.
Why?

You realise that you have been so shortsighted that you couldn't pick out your nose in a lineup of ears. You have been so accustomed to one working formula for so long that you didn't realise there 50 other formulas (many more efficient). Inspired you explode into activity and nothing is ever the same.

So i had a box of oat porridge in my hand standing somewhere in nakumatt and this flood of thought swamped my head. Who would have guessed an oatmeal packet was such potent mind squeeze!!

Knowing each other

Yeats qsts whether we have to be genuine with each other to truly build a rtshp. Is the mask of us enough?
Wht does it matter that i dnt knw you favorite colour or your most treasured memory. Are rtshps based on libraries and catalogues of each other or on the now and how we share it?
Is fake affection any less than real affection if the receiver believ it?
Isn't what we believe more important than what is? Whether the world is flat or round it al counts for nought if i nevr leave my couch. Whether a friend is true or fake counts for nought if our friendship is never testd.
I thnk the best friendships constantly create themselves whn your together, they spontaneously explode lyk a venus flytrap at the touch of a fly