floating
Wind in my face, early morning sun on my skin, music in my ears.
And me? Where am I?
Thinking?
Thinking?
Thinking?
Floating.
Floating is more like it.
It's wishing to be there, yet not being there. It's wanting to be right where I was, yet uncontrollably moving away. It's skipping from one stone to the other when what I really want is to jump into the river.
It's seeing something unseen. It's not seeing what's right in front of me. It's catching something only to have it slip between my fingers. It's being in a chasm with transparent thoughts swirling by me. Moving into me. Overtaking me. And then, in the blink of an eye, escapes me.
Happy thoughts, sad thoughts.
Random thoughts, important thoughts.
Wanted thoughts, unwanted thoughts.
Thinking, thinking, floating.
I'm floating.
I want to get my feet down on the ground, to feel solid rock, to stand firm and stable.
I need to get on solid rock.
I am on a solid rock.
But I'm floating.
But then... Maybe we're floating. Are you floating with me? Will you float with me? Are you the one making me float in the first place? Do you want me to float with you?
Do you want me to fly with you?
I need to get on a solid rock.
I am on the Solid Rock.
And me? Where am I?
Thinking?
Thinking?
Thinking?
Floating.
Floating is more like it.
It's wishing to be there, yet not being there. It's wanting to be right where I was, yet uncontrollably moving away. It's skipping from one stone to the other when what I really want is to jump into the river.
It's seeing something unseen. It's not seeing what's right in front of me. It's catching something only to have it slip between my fingers. It's being in a chasm with transparent thoughts swirling by me. Moving into me. Overtaking me. And then, in the blink of an eye, escapes me.
Happy thoughts, sad thoughts.
Random thoughts, important thoughts.
Wanted thoughts, unwanted thoughts.
Thinking, thinking, floating.
I'm floating.
I want to get my feet down on the ground, to feel solid rock, to stand firm and stable.
I need to get on solid rock.
I am on a solid rock.
But I'm floating.
But then... Maybe we're floating. Are you floating with me? Will you float with me? Are you the one making me float in the first place? Do you want me to float with you?
Do you want me to fly with you?
I need to get on a solid rock.
I am on the Solid Rock.
Labels: randomness
| 15March2007 »
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