As i was auscultating one of my more bitter friends i myself got infected with this, bile.
Been a while since i felt this. I can only describe it as a loss of energy, loss of momentum.
The fires that shone so brightly yesterday is now a mere flicker, barley keeping me warm, if only, i had a source of warmth.
Have I run out of fuel? and if so, where do you stop for some? And thou I know its an illousion, there seems to be none to be had. In this wasteland of mine.
I'm missing a basic need. I need someone to care about me.
It will be back tomorrow, my flame. But right now, I am sad. Right now, I am weak. Right now, my soul is in need of another souls touch.
The edge is so far away, but now and then it comes close. I smile to this movement, because it means life and movement is there. To fall, deep deep deep, would be scary, and you'd hafto traverse the water that's in the way.
What would the winnings be, the losses and what would you miss from the side you are standing on now and what would you never miss again?
There is only one way to find out, and whatever you do, never lose the exploring spirit. If you ever lose it, go look for it again or you wont ever be able to travers any waters, only if the other side comes close enought for you to step over with your feet dry. (and yes the other side can be just as good even if the waters big)
Waiting for this to happen or waiting for the water to dry out, wouldnt that impede your own progress?.
This is my filosophy, everyone has their own, and some of us dosen't have the luxury of relaxed contemplation in these matters.
I dont really know what i wanted to say here, but i am speaking my mind, and that is enought, for now.
Emedan jag skrev detta snubblade jag på den här videon. *ödet är på min sida med *och korten *o regnguden