Re potted

When a gardener takes care of his crop, he does so in a loving manner. The crops grow. They produce their fruits and they are good. But then there are just the stems left over. Just the roots that nourished the produce. What does that have after its given its love and nourishment? nothing. Nothing happens. All that tender love and care that was given to that plant for so long is forgotten and the plant is ripped up and out of the ground as if it were never there in the first place. The ground is then torn up and mixed around destroying the left over roots killing the possibility of that plant ever growing again. Are we sometimes these stems of these plants? Do we nourish the fruits? Sometimes I feel we are. Sometimes I feel that it is necessary to be torn up and necessary to be taken out of context and placement. We need to be torn to grow. We need to be replaced to grow. We need new soil to grow. A plant can only grow so much when it is potted. But you get that same plant in a bigger pot...you will see new joys. You will see new leaves sprout out and the plant will grow. We will grow. We will see that there are no limitations to the extent of our growth. Does it hurt to be re potted?! sure does. But there is only one way to grow more muscle and learn. And that is by tearing old muscles to strengthen the new ones. Goodness is home.

(Currently listening to You Shook Me by Led Zepplin)

Life

I am who I am and not everyone would agree with each view I have. I don't expect anyone to see eye to eye with me. To correct ones ways is just trying to make an even connection between the one and the other who has asked for that correction. When there is an equal understanding between two people, there, somewhere within that levelness lies what we call good. Problems we have with people are problems if we choose for them to be. Because two people aren't exactly alike doesn't mean they cannot come to peace with one another. Our differences is what makes us. Who we are is the fruit of life. These are the times we may cling to one another and love everyone for who they are, not who they can be. choose to love. choose to be yourself. choose to lift each others spirits. I am me, and I choose to see you as you. I choose to view our differences as good. I view them as happiness. I see them as life. Choose to love.

(Currently listening to Jealousy by the Cary Brothers)

Death Trap

I find myself driving. The gas light has been on for days. How am I still moving? How am I able to comprehend a forward motion in this car? There is no direction given, only a forward motion. I struggle to throw the gear into reverse, but I look closely and I'm driving in a single geared car. Only goes forward. I slam the brake...nothing happens. I repeat this motion...nothing. Again...nothing. I'm getting frustrated and know that there must be another motion to this car. I know it. I just know it. When I decided to turn the car around. I realize that I don't have any control to this car. The steering wheel wont budge. I do everything to make this car do anything. I honk the horn, a small sound is made, and no one hears it. I try rolling down the windows but they are broken and stuck. I slam my fist on the window. The car speeds up. I scream and I scream...nothing happens. I to the back from the drivers seat and lay down. I pull my knees to my chest and scream as I try to bust out the side window. Nothing happens. I do it again. nothing happens. Again. I did it!! The window flies from the car and crashes against the paved road. The car speeds up. There seems to be no way out of this car...alive at least. I hesitate when I debate in my head if I should climb out of the car. I stick my head out the window like a dog would, but this is not a joyous occasion...I must get out. I finally climb out of the window to the top of the car. my eyes water as I look forward. the tears stream across the sides of my face. I have a death grip on the open window, gratefully this car is heading straight on a one way road. The car is far above 90 miles an hour. I look at the fast moving ground. Again I doubt this jump. I need to be safe. I need it. The wind flows through my clothes and I get a cool chill before I make the leap. I scream and I slowly fall to the ground I slowly fade away and suddenly find myself on my back sitting up in my own bed. My mouth was open, but nothing came out. My heart was beating and I look at my body. Nothing happened. I was dreaming...it was a dream. My heart still beats hard.

(Currently listening to Have Mercy on Me by The Black Keys)

Broken...broken

I fold over and feel like I'm going to puke. I cry but my tears are dry. I cant breathe. I cant fight the pain. I fall to my knees thinking that being on the ground, the lowest I could be, will make me feel better from this hell that haunts me. My eyes are searching and find nothing but darkness. Where has my sanctuary gone, where is the ease? I stand hoping that something will change, that this sickness will leave my stomach. I look upward and scream but not a sound is heard. I'm hyperventilating now, my mind feels faint. Maybe if I die I will feel the release of this pain that crushes my soul and heart. I move my hands over my heart and feel the slow, hard, unsteady beat. My heart will break through my chest and leave the pain that is possessing my body so. I stagger down the sidewalk with everyone living their fine lives, all eyes are on me. All see the pain. All see the pain but no one feels it like me. My eyes are still dry though I'm crying. My soul has dried up and whithered to a nothing. My being is a crumpled up sheet of white paper, that has easily been through aside and trampled underfoot. Where is the point of life? where is the love that was once inside? I try and ease my breathing. I try to easy my soul, but nothing happens. Nothing at all. I try and feel the wind, I try and enjoy the outside...but nothing seems to save me. nothing. I double over again, dry heave and nothing...it is as if there is nothing inside. nothing to release. One day this will leave. One day this will heal. My mind is in a constant circle. It cannot feel or think of anything else. Will you help me from my knees? Will you take this pain away? I need the love. I need the hand in hand. I need. Not want. I need.

(Currently listening to 'Meg White' by Ray LaMontagne)