September 26, 2014
When I wake up in the morning, I have the taste of fear in my mouth. “I will show you fear in a handful of dust.” I sometimes feel like I have no teeth, and my tongue is not part of my mouth. I can never get out of bed quickly. I need at least ten minutes to think where I am, and what my purpose here in life is or in this house. “I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.” One…Two…Three, that’s enough for now. I never was a fan of strong coffee. In actuality, I always prefer the coffee served in diners. What I like about it is that it’s not precious. It is something to drink while you concentrate on something else. Or I should say, I’m just focusing on the space between objects. “To think is to confine yourself to a single thought that one day stands still like a star in the world’s sky. ”
I reflect on the moments passing, as if I was dancing with my shadow. I have a fear of moments of not being noted or paid attention to. When I look back, it is always the direction of my past. If I look forward, I’m deeply into the present. The future is the entrance of my door. “If you haven’t the strength to impose your own terms upon life, then you must accept the terms it offers you.” Yet, I stand very still while stirring my coffee in the morning.
There is something that I want, but I can’t have it. “Longing is the agony of the nearness of the distant.” I had some money, but now I don’t. “Part of the money went on gambling, and part of it went on women. The rest I spent foolishly.” I tend to live in the moment, but alas, does that moment love me? The indifference of the world, or time passing, I really can’t recall a moment when I first realized that I love you. Or at the very least, the thought of loving you. “I like having a secret life.” “I’ve had quite a few moments I’ve liked, so it’s good enough. ” So what I have I should keep, and then perhaps I can recall it back again, like an old friend who never lets me down.
Only in the middle of the night, and I start having my dreams, that I realize that I plenty to fear. All my defense mechanisms are down, and being repaired by the time I wake up in the morning. But when I do wake up suddenly from a dream, or nightmare, it is the worst feeling of dread. There are two lives. One is here, writing to you, and the other is when I lose myself in a dream, and I can’t control the images and people that invade my life with my eyes closed. I have awoken to see shadows briefly go by me, and I’m never sure if it is a part of the dream, or perhaps I’m truly not alone in this world. There is a bridge between dream and awaken life, but due to my vertigo, I don’t want to look down. The bridge is just a high wire and my balance is rather bad. One thing that soothes my soul is music. “I frequently hear music in the very heart of noise.” “You can never get silence anywhere nowadays, have you noticed? ”