For every person who walks this earth there is a void ..a sort of hole waiting to be filled..some people try to fill this void with different things such as hatred, jealousy,self pity,and death..others fill it by ruining thier bodies with harmful chemicals..and still others fill it with religious acts that to them are believed to be right moral and correct....but every person in this world knows deep down that that hole can only be filled with the purity of oneness and love...some seek that love with nature..some with worship of higher biengs but they all have one thing in common a bond with something....bigger..than themselves. Today I was thinking about this as I was taking a midnight stroll with a few friends and experiencing the true feeling of bieng a spec of dust in the wind. I felt so alone in that moment..in those moments rather..and the whole world was around me waiting to be fed by my imagination. When two souls connect it is a wonderful thing indeed, I know these two souls do not think they connected but they connected in a way they will never know in a way which is beautiful and sad....
And here is my poem for the day:
Dust in the wind
a small spec of reality
standing on the pedastal
of the universe
alone in the dreams of
reality spun by the
chaos of sepration.
Well, there is what I have to say...I sit here alone andknowing there is so much more to life than waiting for life to come to me...trying to fill a void with things i cannot fill it with.