The Ghost Trail
While the possible pictures in our frame of mind hangs by a thread, the wallowing melodramatic theatrical plays echo over our mental playground. Complemented by all the sad realities in life, all the chances for that blissful moment of happiness become more and more of a mirage in the sand. What fortune shall find the perpetual limbo of being… in search of a complete life, an all encompassing existence? The beaten path leads to self-damnation… where will you go? We are all going in the same direction… at least I would imagine we were, yet somehow some of us are lost and dumbfounded by the destination and lose the most valuable part of living… the path.
once more u amaze me… i would hug you right now if i could
but all i can do is smile…
for the direction changes as we grow old & the beauty we find in the path is what we are going to remember once we look back when we get to our destination whatever that means… that little blissfull moment of beauty which are rare but totally worth living for..its part of the pain n joy we need them all to feel alive, yet some dont want to deal with pain n tragedy n rather would live for only the beauty making everything so empty …. i know i didnt make sense but i never do anyways!
marita said this on July 13, 2005 at 3:48 pm