these eyes

don't sleep in the past, it doesn't last. if you've got a song to sing, don't throw it away, let's have it today- itz the only way.

i thought of something, just now.... it started as a wandering notion: a scenario meandering through a potential reality my mind could forsee.... of something 'it' could take from me-- start'n from the rear: > emotional pain stems from attachment. if we were so attached to the food we eat, which grants our survival, as we are to so many things, or, people, we'd starve. the thought formed in my mind, realizing: nothing is yours Anthony, Nothing. you wake one day, you are alive, moments fill up the space before you die. all the while, it is certain: everything you gain, you will lose. everything. i don't feel sad, not really. it's present but not accounted for. i feel, i suppose, relieved. perhaps i'll no longer fret, from now 'til then; hold'n what will never be as some sort of prize. i can't keep these eyes

Author's Note

i'm a happy mess,
don't think you'll hurt
my feelings, i let them
know long ago,
they don't run the show!
so, go on, critique,
help me grow....
:O)~

Reviews

[heido]

All that we experience is borrowed. :)

"I can't keep these eyes"

It always captures me that so few words can fuel so much thought. Thankyou for this.

[Natalie]

Wow. You have the power to fully depress me! (It's a good thing.) Emotional pain stems from attachment. I've been thinking about that a lot lately.

[kait]

i like this its really good