Elements

I want to walk to the ocean. The Pacific of course. Barefoot and miles I will walk to reach this destination. I will pour my elements into the sea and let myself go and join the world and it's forever revolution. I will turn with the Earth and will see the wonders of the world. All seven. Maybe more but I will come back to this spot and be content with what I saw and will forever have the image imprinted into my head. This should be a ritual of the human race. We all need to see the Earth for what it is and only then will we as a race see each singular soul hiding amongst the trees. Our eye site will carry past where we usually see and we will see the underlining reason of why we breathe.

Question

If I wait in the darkness, can I expect to find the light? That's a dumb question. Nineteen. That is how many years ago this countdown began, but for what? If I stand in the rain can I expect to be dry? Once again, dumb. Then what is it that I'm looking for? Why does every answer lead to another question? Damn. Paradox. I can wing this all and fly blindly into the cloudy sky and ask no questions but...Lead up to another question. This will continue growing if I let it. I just have to ignore the ones labeled on my left wrist. Two, one is upside down. Why are they there? My choice. An ever evolving question turned upside down will always look the same. It is still the same question, just a different angle. This was never about a heart or how it turns and changes. Taken literally, they are my answer. Why should I justify these answers? It still persists...damn

Monkeys with siren screeches

There once was a boy with short brown hair who lived his life from day to day. Though from those day to day phases he felt confusing emotions that he could not explain. These emotions often tore at his soul and he often had trouble keeping track of his own thoughts. He sought refuge from all this with three monkeys. Each monkey had their own instrument. One with a banjo, one with a bass and the other with a saxophone. These monkeys played tunes to soothe the boy's soul and over time he sought more from the monkeys. He wanted them to rid the boy of all his troubles. His every fear and problem to dissipate with the sound of the monkey's tune. So they presented him with a box with a latch and told the boy that every one of his problems would disintegrate with the opening of the box. What's in the box? Only opening it will reveal it's inner treasures...

The sheep and the wolves

I can feel it. The feeling of losing control I suppose is the most accurate thing to call it. It has been a slow process but I can feel my skin begin to peel back and the beast is becoming more prominent. I have lost myself. I used to live by the ocean's shore but now I find myself running head first into the forest. Branches hit my face and thorns cut my feet as I pass by them. It is almost unbearable but I am sure of my survival. These scars are petty marks etched into my skin. They are prominant but I pay them no attention. I guess I can deal with the ever evolving beast inside of me. Though, I must say sheep and wolves should not be neighbors. I won't complain though.

Losing the waves

I lost site of it.
My goals and aspirations.
I will find the sea.