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Lady Lightness I write blathes in my mind when I am out and walking about and then, most often, I forget them. Today on the beach the sky was grey, gulls swooped along the shoreline, women jogged, the water flashed deep sea green when each wave broke. I mouthed the words just louder than silent and the word and the says were all perfect. And they are out there, on the shore, in the waves, in the early evening sky, those words of the blathe unwritten and written and forever 070318
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They call me Truth I sleep for most of the day and then go to bed because i am tired. And in those moments, cushoned between mattress and comforter, listening to music sometimes, sometimes staring off into the darkness in silence, I begin to find peace in hope, in hoping that tomorrow I will be awake. I believe that the day that slowly approaches will provide an opportunity or give me the courage to seize my own destiny and restore my own soul. My heart burns with passion at this thought and i drift off to sleep, once again fooling myself into believing that somehow tomorrow must be different from today, fooling myself into believing that the future is more promising for a change that the current moment, thus perpetuating that cycle of a shackled life.

However, something obvious occurs to me,through this medium, through this nightly ritual, through this daily chore or self inflicted ignorance. What occurs to me is that what has kept me alive, what brings me to life each morning is this hope. Hope keeps me alive. Its a shame i waste it with sleeping.
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Ouroboros This keeps coming up again and again (to the point of almost haunting me), synchronistic moments leading back to this seemingly simple adage. The medium is most often the message, especially when the message is hard/impossible to actually grasp, look for the meaning in the framework, the vehicle that is delivering. 100409