Tempestuousness
8/6/2009 3:12:17 AM
And here I go again. Although this is a state of mind that I attempt to avoid most of the time, there are moments when the winds of tempestuousness sweep through and form an iron grip around any sane mental faculties that I claim I possess, and in those times, I surrender, as I believe we all do, to the frisson of excitement that runs so terrifyingly up and down my spine, without giving the slightest thought to the consequences of the actions that it is asking me to perform.
I feel as though the world continuously swings about me, a glorious pendulum, freely moving upon its axis, announcing silently and proudly to the universe that it is not going to halt its motion of movement for anyone. And yet, I stand still, allowing waves of indecision, confusion and brashness to buffet me about, until the sky and the earth hold no anchor for me, and I am only another petal floating in the wind, resigned to wait for my fate to decide the course.
Too many times have I decided to uphold the modicum of propriety as is set down by my predecessors, and yet, this feat, no small one, lay rest assured, has always gone unnoticed and uncommented on by those who should glance my way and then glance back, that second stare fraught with naught but awe and amazement. And yet, upon the dashing of these hopes, I rise again, attempting to bring some semblance and completion to the last remaining tattered folds of my vanity and pride. Reason flees, leaving in its wake only a hollow depression, which has yet to be filled.
Come home, stranger.
Come home, untangler of my thoughts.
Come home and tell me, what do I do with this breaking heart of mine?
And here I go again. Although this is a state of mind that I attempt to avoid most of the time, there are moments when the winds of tempestuousness sweep through and form an iron grip around any sane mental faculties that I claim I possess, and in those times, I surrender, as I believe we all do, to the frisson of excitement that runs so terrifyingly up and down my spine, without giving the slightest thought to the consequences of the actions that it is asking me to perform.
I feel as though the world continuously swings about me, a glorious pendulum, freely moving upon its axis, announcing silently and proudly to the universe that it is not going to halt its motion of movement for anyone. And yet, I stand still, allowing waves of indecision, confusion and brashness to buffet me about, until the sky and the earth hold no anchor for me, and I am only another petal floating in the wind, resigned to wait for my fate to decide the course.
Too many times have I decided to uphold the modicum of propriety as is set down by my predecessors, and yet, this feat, no small one, lay rest assured, has always gone unnoticed and uncommented on by those who should glance my way and then glance back, that second stare fraught with naught but awe and amazement. And yet, upon the dashing of these hopes, I rise again, attempting to bring some semblance and completion to the last remaining tattered folds of my vanity and pride. Reason flees, leaving in its wake only a hollow depression, which has yet to be filled.
Come home, stranger.
Come home, untangler of my thoughts.
Come home and tell me, what do I do with this breaking heart of mine?
posted by Truth at 4:15 AM
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