Like messages of time,
strewn through the sands
like so many unwashed
bottles, stoppered and
never once glanced, so we
walk through life unseen,
never once opened by
any stray glance or word,
never once peered inside
to see the scribblings we
have seen fit to remember.
We will find it anyway,
I think, some purpose to
write within ourselves
our deepnesses and our
momentary obsessions,
our victories and even
our crimes — and we will
move as if there are eyes
that yes, these messages
will be read, will be noticed,
will make sense somehow
— and yes, that our sloppy
penmanship is remembered.
me?!
6:59am wednesday, 26th march
Let`s hope so...
And for everyones information(just learned the number yesterday)there are about sixty wars going on in the world today, at this present moment,and forty of them are religious,and all claim God is on their side... so Stand,be careful what you write,people might interperate it very strangely in the future :)
me?!