it's easy

to go on like this

as if it were all the same

the same hands

the same brains

the same you

the same I

the same Moon

the same Sky

but this is worrisome

i should stop

and not be anymore

me

hush...

i hear a whisper

of women

crying into the wind

in the hills

mourning

the rising waters

and imminent drowning

of their dwelling

hark!

here comes another beginning

be aware

women of the hills

cry within

you must begin

to drown

and your methods

too

let's bother ourselves then...

with sensations newer. brilliant more.

let's feel.

the night

unfold

bright

light

borrowed

from before

'moonlight'

she whispered

her lips

glistened

in it

and i smile

eyes

at her feet

too

how about a tune?

i'd like for you to hum me a tune

it can resound forever

it'll be beautiful

and wonderful

like it always was

and we can paint the seas blue

and white

and make believe the endlessness extended

and attempt walk upon it

upon the sky

or so it seems...

told you so, didn't i:

nothing to say. really.

there was a time...

it was long ago

and now i seem to have forgotten:

much of what then was

and what was in-between

remember me?

yes, i think i do

i'm feeling much better now, thanks

pointless...

Why should I blog?

What's the point? What purpose does it serve?

I'm bored already.