Sometimes I sit in this chair in the morning and while watching the sun pour into the room like a gentle and strong river, I get a feeling that lines up all the pieces in life. I feel incomplete; just like a broken piece of a off a stained glass window. My luminescence is a beautiful shade of blue, perfectly fit to color my lens of life. I rise and fall each day at times with the rest of the world and often alone. I seek love and all the worldly attachments in the waking moments as my mind searches for wisdom as I sleep. Part of me inches towards these plants in front of me, wanting to cleaning their surroundings and erase the passage of time.
No that cant be true.
No that is just my impulses trying to fight death; the cessation of my actions and an ultimate end to my blue square. In spite of all my efforts for Godliness, the river that pours over the room reminds me I am part of the window. Nature finds solutions to her problems. In the flow all things balance will be found at midnight. Until then I will keep on flowing, letting myself rise and fall with the tide.
Shine on.
Live in the real world.