You know, when I talk
about, think about stuff
like this
that means so much,
and is so real in a person,
in people, in me, sometimes
I lose myself in it. I lose
the reality of specific instances.
It loosens and fades. That's
the only time I really
understand idealists.
For me that feeling is
wonderful as it happens,
then uneasy and unpleasant
as I become aware that's what's
happening. First
I'm being borne up
and afar by the interconnected
web of meaning from all real things
and beings, and then
I'm like wait, wait! Where you all goin'?
COME BACK and I crash back into
the rooted and real of instance
and individual. And I'm like
"ah oh yes that's better"
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