Rust...
"the mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation." - Thoreau
can you feel it?
can you feel yourself withering slothfully?
tiring of time?
life is crawling away from you like a salted slug.
soon only a slippery shadow of it's existence will remain,
and that too will soon dry and dust.
awaiting the next so the present will be forgotten.
skipping and hopping from one to the other, seeking the after and dwelling on the before so the now can be ignored.
daily losing grains of who you are and what you are and who you are supposed to be to the dull reflection of a dirtied hourglass, now used only as a bookend.
the chains that occlude your heart stretch, but not break.
push, pull, breathe.
taste the air, see the wind, feel the woods, touch the earth, hear the flame.
fuel it.
dare to.
see to it.
be that.
all because your flesh rusts faster than iron.
can you feel it?
can you feel yourself withering slothfully?
tiring of time?
life is crawling away from you like a salted slug.
soon only a slippery shadow of it's existence will remain,
and that too will soon dry and dust.
awaiting the next so the present will be forgotten.
skipping and hopping from one to the other, seeking the after and dwelling on the before so the now can be ignored.
daily losing grains of who you are and what you are and who you are supposed to be to the dull reflection of a dirtied hourglass, now used only as a bookend.
the chains that occlude your heart stretch, but not break.
push, pull, breathe.
taste the air, see the wind, feel the woods, touch the earth, hear the flame.
fuel it.
dare to.
see to it.
be that.
all because your flesh rusts faster than iron.
posted by Lord Milton Pepperbottom III at 12:53 PM
14 Comments:
An impressively trenchant grasp of mortality . . . JF
thanks!
as that pothead in my english class would say: "duuude. that's deep stuff." that last line especially, has impact. gave me the willies. which is a good thing i assure you...
thanks anya, i'm glad you enjoy my writing!
yeah jev, you SHOULD be glad she enjoys your writing - last time I gave a girl my willy she slapped me, apparently NOT thinking it to be a good thing...
for real though, nice post... one to which i can relate a little too much. "seeking the after and dwelling on the before so the now can be ignored" - well said.
-m00n-
i was able to impress moon... wow... impressive.
what a paradox...to think it is our quiet desperation that drives us to take hold of the life that is truly life. makes me think of when C.S. Lewis said
"It was when I was happiest that I longed most...The sweetest thing in all my life has been the longing...to find the place where all the beauty came from."
;o)
rachelle
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yeah, it's kind of a sad paradox also. why is is that desperation drives us rather than inspiration? i think if we as humans could finally feel and understand just a fraction of the love and comfort give has and gives us and others, we'd all probably be in a little better shape. thanks for the comment raquelle.
I want to have your children
it's like your reality is not my reality
ha!!!! indeed! you are soooo philosophical!
well, whether you meant to or not, i think your entry was more inspiration than desperation. so maybe we just need more people with a perspective like yours ;o)
thank you.
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