Thoughts of Expression

We are all dreaming. Dreaming through smiles of sadness. We can’t sleep. Our mind is in control.

 

So many questions, so little time.

 

Why are we here?

Who are we?

Where do we belong?

When do we go?

 

The questions that are never answered, never dared to be asked.

 

People think we’re crazy . . .

We are not crazy; we are the sane filled with insanity. Intentions to let go, but never fulfilled. The loneliness of the crowd screams. We weep with joy, infinite joy; blinded in the dark; calling out for help. The help we need to save our souls. Time doesn’t stop for us, we must stop for ourselves.

 

Time runs while others fall,

treading over the problems;

intertwining the worst with the best,

becoming the bluest of skies

and the darkest of days

to outshine the next

and stand towards the sun.

 

We live on and on

while we run.

 

Time the essence of our reality. We desire the truth, but all we say is . . . “good.” How are you? How are you doing today? Good. Good is the default answer; the real truth is tucked away behind the reality of the solution. Lightly crossed out so we don’t forget . . . of course who would want to forget.

Time.

Time is disguised as imagination to create adventure.

The infinite element. We are infinite. Together as one. We drive our own happiness. Our freedom to infinity and beyond.

 

But this freedom we desire so much is scarce.

Blinded emotions run free

through the fire and ice of humanity,

reaching out towards the branches of despair.

Don’t you dare touch that path, you’ll get burned!

 

We can’t see through the glass.

We are blurred by the suffering,

blinded by our heart,

and believed by the mind.

 

We are forced to believe in the eyes of the viewer.

The viewer is ourselves reflected in the eyes of another.

 

We are the mass.

The mass that creates.

The mass that survives.

The mass that imagines.

We are the mass that evolves into a greater mass.

 

But the mass is wired. Hackers learn to escape.

Are you a hacker? The friend asked you.

You are . . . I am a hacker.

 

 

(end)

Author's Note

Journal Compilation - first written monolgue

Reviews

[Belinda Crane]

"Time is disguised as imagination to create adventure".... I literally got held at this line. It took me ages to move on from it because my mind went everywhere. That line will stay with me for a long time. Thank you so much for sharing this piece. It is a brilliant piece and it has given me some inspirational thoughts. That's writing! You so connected me to it :)

[Yanina McKnight]

I am glad my writing has inspired my reader. Thank You for your kind words :)

[Belinda Crane]

I asked someone else what they thought of your line last night, and they had to shut their eyes to process it too :)

[Yanina McKnight]

That makes me happy that you shared my work with others, thank you!

[Coyote Poetry]

I liked the flow of thoughts. A prose poem.
"But the mass is wired. Hackers learn to escape.
Are you a hacker? The friend asked you.
You are . . . I am a hacker."
I like the song "A rider in the storm". Sometime we must accept what we must and keep what we are. I like the use of the word "hacker". Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Yanina McKnight]

Thank you, I appreciate your comment. This is my very first prose poem that I have written.
The Doors is one of my favorite bands, And if we accept what we keep, then letting go of the unnecessary will be of ease.

[Coyote Poetry]

I was told by a publisher. 500 year ago. I would be a famous writer. Epic and prose was loved. I like the prose poetry. Allowed us to write what is needed.