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The days have not brightened the extreme heat seems to wear me down more; I just want to sleep and drift away. Yet society seems to pull me back and make me run in its concrete mases of life. For every turn a different scenario, yet do I want to travel or find a hole that can escape the life I venture in. time will continue to tick as the sands of the hour glass seem to fall more rapidly in this age. Decisions and turns confused, yet I push on to find the path that leads me out.

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moonwitchrising
21:20 Jun 29 2015

Don't forget the joy is in the journey as much as the destination. Look for it.

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xxEmaeraldxx
22:53 Jun 29 2015

Follow your heart and instinct ☺

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Vacation was good, seen a lot of friends and had some fun. yet I closed myself off from a lot of it, don't know why just wanted to sleep mainly. was a chore to get up and out of the room. But I had fun sitting by the pool talking with friends and drinking. need to do that more I guess. now back to the grind of work . oh yeah

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MoonSong
23:08 Jun 24 2015

Glad you had a good time! I am leaving tomorrow for vacation at the lake, can't wait! :)

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A sigh of relief, vacation time has started, thank god the way that work played out last night. Time for some rest and relaxation much needed the way that I feel right now. I’ll write more later right now trying to brush off the aches and pains I have in my body and my mind and try to feel the breeze on my face.

Lately the drama of society has made me scurry to the warmth of my inner solitude. I have not wanted to see or talk with anyone, but lock the doors of myself and be alone. I know not why or is it to shun idiots or to revitalize myself to whole once again. My mind still somewhat clouded with thoughts I seem to scramble to find the flow of words that use to come to me at a whim. Today the beauty of the world seems to be gray and full of tears, for it pours like the rain on a windy October day. have I become sick in the head or what, I cannot seem to think yet straight, yet words flash by my eyes so fast my fingers cannot grasp or put them down. I find no comfort in this world anymore; it seems that it is a black cloud engulfing my whole body within its mouth. I hoping the words will give me insight on what my thoughts seem to say, yet I cannot put the thoughts clear as I reread them.

Emotional imbalance seems to rush thru my body like that of a flame to paper, I know I shall get over this with the help of the so called witch doctors I have seen, for their insight for society is give them medicine it will help everything. My day seems to drag for it knows I have taken a few days off to find the happiness that once filled my heart. I am going to visit my cousins and lay by the pool. I have enjoyed the water so much and yet have not been surrounded in its cooling grasp. I love the way it shimmers as the afternoon sun hits it body and glistens on its waves, the cold calming of its touch as it hits the body forming goosebumps on the body, the silence of its depth to block out all that cannot harm you. Yes the water magical in its own way. Maybe that will be my inspiration of thought and life.

I hope these thoughts will get clear, I love so much to right of my thoughts and feelings, for life is not to be blackened or blemished, for on the path of light we must see the beauty that lies along the way or we shall be sucked into the dark depths of disease. Loving photos in the mind the beauty of its landscapes, flowers the bush the trees and the sky. More to follow, bear with me………..

And what of death, is it an eternal darkness that has no end or beginning or no measure of time that we know of. Or is it the heaven that each of us seek in our dreams. Will this question ever be answered for the truth might arrive too late, maybe at our very own death bed will the questions of our very own short existence on this aging planet ever be solved. For each person is a camera of their own life that snaps pictures along their journey to the great unknown. And we ask, How can a picture in our minds tell a story that no others eyes can see, or in jest, How can a story be told if there’s no one to speak the words that present the story. For we need the storytellers to do such a thing. So we write and create the unimaginable dreams of the thoughts and fantasies that live in the shaded recess of our very broad minds.

So in fact we can tell or mimic the stories or the pictures in our minds into band written languages of our cultures. But can words create the moods or the feelings of undying love, or an unforgettable hatred, or the fear we have experienced to date. I would say NOT!

But they themselves might endure to create or dream, causing a sweep to the creative side in our ordinary life’s. But how can a person give hopes and dreams from what is locked behind those doors to another. The understanding of the so called fine arts... Would this be like asking a non-believer into teaching a blind person to draw a picture that they have never seen; or a deaf person to play the fine notes of an orchestra and hear it echo through the crowded theater, or ask an elderly person that sits and stares day after day out past their rocking chair and out past the glass barrier out into the unknown. For their bones are too feeble with age to go out into the cool, crisp nights air and feel the dew upon each blade of grass under their feet. How can we give them a piece of our very own soul to help them advance into life’s unknown dreams?

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moonwitchrising
00:30 Jun 11 2015

Do the trappings of the imagination make you happy or sad. For the imagination can unlock the greatest happiness or release the ugliest monster. My imagination is overwhelmed. Some days of longing some days of joy. The waxing and waning of every moon.



Simple pleasures offer some of the highest of highs. Unnoticed treasures that nearly pass by. Throw off the shroud of darkness. Let in the light. What you let in does not reveal what you think you hide.



Words are the Avenue to our destiny. Whether in reality or fantasy. Let mot your life be the road not taken. Regret far outweighs anything else.



You have given a gift of light. A path to imagination. Now give that gift to yourself in return. And accept that you are amazing.

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My body still aches and yet I know the sickness is fleeing from my body, yet my body says to sleep yet work and reality come to call on me every hour of the day. My mind still clouded with mist yet I try to think yet my mind scrambles the words that lie within it.



Society and reality has dampened this soul, yet the paths I choose, I choose to be me. Once words filled the pages of love and caring, yet I have withdrawn from them because of the corruption of my life was taken, thoughts images that flashed in my mind of beauty was a path I did not care to travel at this time in my life. My life still manipulated from being off work and other life’s drama and expenses has hampered me to with draw into the pages of mind. Fantasies that seem to fulfill me also made my inner soul coward to the realms I have locked away. Fearful of mistrust and lies that had destroyed my life before, sending me into a depression that I had to climb with bloody fingers just to see the top.

My words twisted and caring are to express the feelings within my body and soul, yet reality has to be for now. For in life we choose, the path we must travel and choose what may be. A game is just a game, yet to be drawn in to its board and pieces than the game sheds the existence of fantasy and reality.

A true friend was found and cherished tell the end of time, a soul that has locked expression away and yet could not find its meaning. now the words on her pages flow like a artist on canvas. meaningful and passionate. I am truly blessed to see her write .



These words are twisted and meaningless because my mind is still not right, I shall come back and try to make since of the thoughts if any lie on the page.

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moonwitchrising
22:01 Jun 09 2015

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Sorry my head has been clouded by this sickness that words havent left my mind to fill the pages. I seem distorted and cloudy and thoughts seem to evade and hide under its mists. My body aches from the weeks work yet i push on to hopefully find peace in the upcoming weekend.



Thoughts seem to fade. Pictures in my mind spark yet vanish before i can see its beauty. Yet i know it lingers there taunting my unconsciousness. A smirk will be seen yet i push on in this ruthless society to find my path. Dwindling the walls of my solitude and find my mind cowering from the monsters that fill Mother Earth



The eyes are mirrors to the soul yet hidden no story shall be reveled just empty soul ness that forms twisted balance of societies rule.

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moonwitchrising
06:50 Jun 06 2015

eyes gaze however stolen warms my soul,

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