today i found Sartre and Dostoevsky in the library. So I begin my escape from the underground with an apprehension of nausea. It shall all work out...but only at the end of the road...i am on an existential bout. Obviously i am spinnig webs of poetry. But such must be done before I bend a knee and swear decree. For i am shedding my skin and becoming me.
i dont expect anyone to understand such rambaling, but an awearness into my free conscious flow will be helpful if you are to grasp my personal cognition. some of my journals will sound this way, others just concentrate on the moments of my day.
you could get tired of both,
but this is my own personal growth.
So go away and return,
take the time as you need,
but look in now and then
to what my wounds mend
and my journey bend
look into what i pretend
and what i defend
see into my mind
and come to know yourself in my kind
Think me not mad nor sad or glad. Think of me as traveling...and join me when you wish.
About Me
- Charles
- Are we ever who we want to be? I suppose if we can say yes that it means we find some peace within ourselves. There are times in my life were I have achieved such a thing. But this is not one of them. So I am going to share my unrest, thoughts, dreams, and endeavors with you, my fearless reader.
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