October 17, 2014

The Words We Use

Was quite a morning, quite a day and quite a week and all but the morning have yet to be completed.

Yet at this moment I still hear the echoes of things that were said and what I gather most is the need to pay attention to the words we use.

Some can't be spoken without consequences and if you are not willing to embrace those consequences you really should be careful.

When someone says to "fuck off" you might not get the kind of response you really want unless you intended for them to "fuck off."

Same can be said for telling someone to "go fuck themselves." In certain situations there is no harm in using them but sometimes you find the consequences visit you and then you learn for certain whether you meant them or not.

October 16, 2014

The Words Were Washed Away

I don't know if I dreamed about this, saw it in a movie, read about it in a book or heard it on the radio.

It is a man and a woman talking about their relationship and one of them says 'your words were washed away by my tears.'

Can't help but think how people will probably think of that as being negative even though it might could be positive. Tears of joy might wash away the hard/harsh words of the past.

Course that sort of thinking seems to be in line for me, opposite or different of everyone. Lately it seems if everyone is walking on the right side I position myself on the left.

Might need to explore this further.

October 14, 2014

Death Smiled At Me

Death smiled at me and I opened my arms and walked forward to embrace him. I was prepared to feel bony arms encircle me and waiting to feel the cold I was certain radiated from him.

I stared at eyeless sockets and moved forward, uncertain about what would happen or what I would do.

The screams of loved ones echoed in my ears but I ignored their pleas to wait because I was done waiting.

My inner clock had stopped ticking and the incessant buzzing of the alarm pushed me to keep going forward.

I was ready to pay the price for the knowledge I sought and if necessary willing to fight for it.

Across the field I marched watching and waiting to see if his expression or demeanor would change. Don't know what I expected from an old bag of bones but nothing happened.

Midway through the march my legs grew heavy and it felt like I was walking through waist deep mud.

A flash of light flew through the sky followed by a tremendous boom and I was knocked off of my feet.

It took a moment to clear my head and realize I was lying on back but I didn't open my eyes.

Instead I saw through my ears and hands.

More later, maybe.