just go with the seasons

She viewed the world

through camera lens.

The beautiful

froze in her mind

indelible

unmoving.

He was at once

more pragmatic

more romantic.

Absolute.

But his eyes didn't move

to the things she looked at

things that enchanted

her

for his eyes were too transfixed on

the way her eyes moved

the way her hair came

on her face

slightly.

At once.

Don't listen to Santa too much!

So we sit talking of the Lotus Sutra.

Ain't a beginning.

Or an end to it.

The preface to nothing. The beginning of a big hollowness.

I want to put my finger on it nevertheless.

We take the beating to live through everyday.

And each day - we wait for the big thing to happen.

To arrive.

We wait our entire lives for nothing to happen.

When does it arrive?

When does it really happen? It's all a preparation for..?

But then again. It'd be a big cliche to say that the present is all we have to live for.

We have much more. We have nothing.

On the same continuum of thinking in terms of illusions.

I stopped making sense.

Long ago.

Flipside

There's a reason why

all the love songs

on my playlist

are lying ignored and dusty.

They feel

I don't love them.

Anymore.

god knows I want to break free

It just so happens

love of my life,

the roads I travel

and imagery

and phrases

I come across

greens and wild blues

inherently

become a part of me.

Increasing my love

for me.

Love of my life.

but life still goes on

fabuloso?

Human beings are strange.

Outright weird.

I certainly am.

Or so I'd like to believe.

I have a hundred synonyms for complicated. Just one antonym - simple.

Keep it simple. I don't know how many times I've heard that one.

The reason I keep returning to them. The reason I keep returning to this blog. The reason I miss myself. Just as if I can't return to the one thing that used to give any solace to me.

I regret throwing away the "I heart me" t-shirt now.