bizzyjo

No, oneness, eternal expression. Finding, then found oneself, peaceful. Remember of the days of knowing who one is, once was, always will be.

Flowing out of my consciousness is forgetfulness. O' do you remember the days, or the evenings of reflection, and inspiration?! "No, I have forgotten that time, why don't tell me of it." Most people just accept it, and move on, I cannot do such a task. and why should I myself, indulge in trivial pursuits of passing morrows? Temporary envies, short pleasures, greedy eyes need more than the stomach can expand. O' it hurts me so. I am alone. But is just my own selfish outlook, there are plenty that have witnessed what I have wrought. This is here, yet I am no where, but where I need to be. Lost in one's thoughts. Yes, indeed. Yes, truly.

The Perfect Accident. What is the Perfect Accident? It is a paradox, that you will call dying to live. Or rather "the one that shall gain his life, shall also lose it." It is finding pleasure in one's helplessness. It is finding the way, when one is lost. The only way to find the path, is to be lost within it. It is sharing the unsharable, the heart-wrenching agony that is the Human experience. Once sharing in pain, both parties have true joy, and disregards fleeting 'happiness'. If happiness is but a moment, and we as human beings search the Earth to find this moment of bliss, then is the rest meaningless? I will always be lost, I will ne