The Person I Saw From Afar
I have seen a person from afar. Or rather didn’t ‘see’, as it often is these days.
All these great leaders of nations you see on TV – you will never see her be.
She is in the realm of magic, but since magic went out of fashion, she exists in no realm.
I have seen a person from afar. Or was she near? It’s hard to tell these days.
All the songs that sing of beautiful things, they didn’t sing of her.
Once there were ten millionaires – inexpensively, she gave something to expensive for money to buy.
I have seen a person from afar – when people spoke of technology, science and new things – their minds were to small to gasp her into view.
A person who can’t be seen.
A person who can’t be heard.
Would you believe me when I told you I once saw a person from afar?
Dr. J.P.
A little drawing in an empty book.
A thought of deleting it comes to mind, yet i can say it is important to me.
I don’t delete it. It is important to me.
That guy who drew it, he was surfing the sea. Becomming friends with a long passed doctor, that is out of the question for him. I can’t really talk to him, the doc keeps him busy. He is the guy, the one surfing the sea. The one who drew the picture.
Because i know what he was, i keep the picture. Because i can’t accept what he is now i hold onto his past self. Because i can’t accept what he is, i hold onto the picture.
I will delete the picture. It will feel like betraying him. But for myself, i know i need to betray the him of the past to accept the him of the present. Its hard for me to feel so deeply my own cruelty; how i prefer what he can’t ever be anymore. To expect of him to be what he can’t be anymore.
I wonder, how many times have i hurt him before realizing that the problem is really me? Being accepted because you’re mistaken for someone else; and pretend it is kindness. It is so easy to be the kind person. The cruelty in me runs so wild it even hurts me when i look at it. I wanna run from it. Hide in a safe place.
I will delete the picture. The thought of it breaks my heart. His past self dies, a part of the present me dies.
And to accept myself that whether we meet or not, i will become so intimately close with the doc.
I’m Entitled
To everything, because i’m me.
What lies we tell ourselves, my mind, how long will you keep misleading me?
My rights, my ownership, my laws, my survival. Dissolve into a sea of ever evolving (dissolving?) information.
After the sun fades, was there ever a sunset?
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Is she really dying? But, why, she is such a good person?
But then again, the sunset was pretty as well.
But next time, next time i will be prepared for it fading!
Oh dear mind, your nature is to lie; now without you, i can’t even believe myself.
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