I'm not here to follow crowds. To make waves. To follow pre-set trails. To blaze new ones. I'm here to live a life. Maybe pre-destined. Maybe new at each turn. Maybe a dream and maybe still just a moment being daydreamed soon to be ended by a hiccup. But either way...
I'm merely one grain of lava-hardened sand staring morosely and longingly out into a brilliant sunset, wishing to join that grand painting that fades into a black canvas with the falling of one circle and the rising of another.
Or...
The wind dancing through pines. Conveying the secrets of earth and time and creation to a universe that will never listen. Mingled fluidly and without definition into the billions of things touched upon my journey.
But always, always, always...
Reality is a looking glass. We...the reflection. A crack, a divet, a little water, turning the glass this way or that...we control our realities. But we don't control the perception. Unless, perhaps...
The perception...IS the reality.
Or who knows...all that I have are questions.
