Friday, September 29, 2006
Oddness
Where in the human heart lies emotion? Where is it that soft words or haunting melodies can pull and tug upon us; what hold have they. Silent thoughts and building momentum, it isn't logical, it isn't planned. You're carried along as flower petals on water while Ophelia prepares for her dive. And maybe its just the change in the seasons. Maybe its the repetition that surrounds you, but somehow you find yourself tired - of being torn, of witnessing conflict. All around us, the same story is told again and again, never with anything learned, never with anything lost. A witness to time, you can't help but watch helplessly - it is your curse and your destiny.
It is unthinkable this mood of mine - indescribable, inscrutable and indestructible. A feeling of peace, yet sorrow - of contemplation, yet sadness. Contradictory.
Late at night, come walk with me through autumn breezes, the air sharp with odeurs of coming winter. The trees - orange, yellow, brown and red with the immenient change - rustle in the wind as the rain drifts down to land upon our faces. This is night upon the river, where the water whispers songs of peace and the city lights bathe the frame in soft shades of yellow. Silence surrounds, the evening grows late and the world has rushed home to children, bills and TV news. The world unfolds before us as we enfold ourselves against the chill of night. Beyond the clouds lies a sky full of bright speckles - hold my hand and watch the night unfold.
A scene descriptive of this mood of mine - you cannot possibly imagine these feelings unless you have walked with me through autumn breezes on a night as that was - dark, sad, stirring yet beautiful and somehow right. Is it wrong to look at emotional over physical?
This is me, the multifaceted personality. These are my footsteps.
It is unthinkable this mood of mine - indescribable, inscrutable and indestructible. A feeling of peace, yet sorrow - of contemplation, yet sadness. Contradictory.
Late at night, come walk with me through autumn breezes, the air sharp with odeurs of coming winter. The trees - orange, yellow, brown and red with the immenient change - rustle in the wind as the rain drifts down to land upon our faces. This is night upon the river, where the water whispers songs of peace and the city lights bathe the frame in soft shades of yellow. Silence surrounds, the evening grows late and the world has rushed home to children, bills and TV news. The world unfolds before us as we enfold ourselves against the chill of night. Beyond the clouds lies a sky full of bright speckles - hold my hand and watch the night unfold.
A scene descriptive of this mood of mine - you cannot possibly imagine these feelings unless you have walked with me through autumn breezes on a night as that was - dark, sad, stirring yet beautiful and somehow right. Is it wrong to look at emotional over physical?
This is me, the multifaceted personality. These are my footsteps.
// posted by Dep @ 4:14:00 p.m.
