Bothersome

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Philosophy fascinates me. It may be because it breaks down things which you believed with all of your mind to be basic and true, and breaks them down into uncertainty. There are no smoke or mirrors; the only truths are definite. You can begin to build yourself a new life -- only this time with a more sturdy foundation. ~ who wants to live that way: always analyzing ~ never trusting. You're missing the point. Note: I didn't say you've missed the point...only that you are currently, in the now, missing the point. You can still catch it. Quick turn around you'll see a glint of it from the corner of your eye...but now the moment is past. Now you're looking too hard. It's alright -- you dont need to search for it ~ it's stalking you. There's really no escape. Live, Love, Learn...I was once told to live, love, and learn.

I'm leaning against the wind; winter passes like waves of sad inspiration.

Wind blown snow drifts past
I find solace when you're here
Will you stay the night?

Wind gusts past; branches acquiesce—swaying softly. Waves of tall grass roll across this field—they crash in silence somewhere discrete.
Invisible strings connect us all; we wander around aimlessly amidst the wind—swaying softly…together.

Ghosts of an expired day whisper an indiscernible language.
Flashes of light build unstable towers that fracture…that fall.
Sharp shards scatter places—eroding mysterious shadows.