So whats in a word, a string of letters uttered by a voice.
What does it matter if belief is lost from the beginning?
Apologies are just masks of the true issues at hand, that for some reason can not be discussed?
More questions arise from apologies, why would you say that?
First and foremost there is a disconnection. What are we talking about? If one person for any reason doesn’t say what is needed they have nonetheless showed a reflection of the truth the obscure reality that occurs simultaneously to everyone. It is hard to believe that a reality apart from the life one person lives is consistent. All your thoughts may be in tune with the harmony of living but, still- what’s in a word called sorry? How can you say there is no real way of knowing that nothing has to be said, and the mystery will always remain as much as it will ever of the alternatives. When two people pass each other- they don’t even notice one another. A long long long time ago two people passed one another, and the time is sold to the past- it is unassuming, where does it all vanish? To the place before our birth. A short time from now the death of reality will happened and sorry isn’t a word, it means nothing and explanations don’t face anything but the individual.
Before that my sentence was served- mandatory for almost ten years. The second my freedom was taken away it was harder than the first even though experience had told me things would be easier, and even though the time was shorter- it was shorter for me too, and time has a tendency of approaching faster as it goes by- the Doppler effect, a shift. Sometimes the years do you justice and others they hold you captive, with no ransom. In nineteen ninety seven- time had made a shift- all my thoughts were judgment upon my character and for a moment we didn’t like each other. It was hard, in the end my time allowed me to finish a book from a long time ago-
Following the footsteps, left a path to be followed, even though the person leading didn’t know the destination. So many times we leave a trail for others to follow and it’s disguised because its visibility need not define it- the search provides a delivery for its introduction.
Mandatory sentence of formulated words. Even with the reserved patience of proper behavior, leads will be taken. Value judgments will be made, to outline our moral characters.
When the feeling is understood the loneliness of all the people will be prejudicial.
“Something has happened to me, I can’t doubt it any more. It came as an illness does, not like an ordinary certainty, not like anything evident. It came cunnigly little by little; I felt a little strange, a little put out, that’s all. Once established it never moved, it stayed quiet, and I was able to persuade my self that nothing was the matter with me, that it was a false alarm. And now, it’s blossoming.”—
“The best character, indeed, were it not rather too perfect for
human nature, is that which is not swayed by temper of any
kind, but alternately employs enterprise and caution, as each is
useful to the particular purpose intended.”—HUME
When you ask me- don’t respond, it’s the only thing that when thinking about it makes the most sense, there is no right answer to loneliness, and why have we memorized our actions after so many years instinct is handle-able, wasn’t sure what to say.
-Before you were here, this was already visited and today is tomorrows’ yesterday and the future’s not so far away when time is going by fast and your memories are accumulating like paper work on a desk.
When we parted there was so much to say and so little that need to be said-
“The outer world of circumstance
shapes itself to the inner world of thought, and both pleasant and unpleasant external conditions are factors which make for the ultimate good of the individual.”—J. ALLEN
Andagio, well played- the script is only made to be broken. Lone and the cold of space are meant for one another. Adrift in the water of perpetual motion, it’s light years away before time will be a factor.