and so i live again...
what are the basis of living, why do we live, what are the reasons and where are we heading to is the usual question that i ask myself if i've taken too much alcohol, cough syrup, and other amphetamines or i am craving for them. but since the moment i realized how one can get high by being sober i stopped. now i find myself sewing a conversation in my head with such "stereotypes". most of the people i know consider those as trivial. they, including me, wouldnt want to hear it from another table because of the phrase "get a life". borrowing from a famous gas company tagline, and a question raised from a sleepy coffee table:
what drives you?
i'll give that a shot tomorrow.
*wears helmet, shovels and shovels in deep for an excavation of thoughts. metal thoughts.*
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i only go existential when sober XD
why do we live? perhaps that is it's own purpose.
12:28 PM
i don't if you've read his book but rick warren has something to tell dude.
in this world where most people wear mulitple masks and costumes, its good to flash naked thoughts.
and so i take these garments off, see my tatoo peeps,it spells, i-want-to-be-a-freak-for-the-truth
1:12 PM
journeying, journeying... =D
and speaking of undressing:
everyday i paint a lot
of faces
over my clothes
i paint the faces
of hope and expectation,
a spawn to carry out
the lives they
longed for themselves
i paint the faces
of devotion and affection,
the colors made of caresses
to be grazed against
his lips
i paint the faces
of responsibility and decision,
with warstripes to project
toughness and intimidate
the stresses of the day
i paint the faces
of loyalty and cheer,
to provide them a sense
of comfort and ease
and familiarity.
sometimes
the paints get so thick
that i can no longer
recognize my own face
so i go home
and strip,
watching the colors swirl
down the drain
into a murky mixture
of muck.
bare-faced,
i look at my reflection ---
at her who wears no colors;
who never owned colors,
but has been given them.
unpainted,
i am me,
free.
4:44 PM
beautiful poem louie. home = nakedness = freedom = expression = heart = you. aint it sweet?
4:59 PM