[Thanks to coincidental perspective laced epiphanies]

My eyes cant believe what they’re seeing;
Dreams of you receding,
Like waves
In a shallow bowl of water
There comes a tug.

With me in it,
And looking out through the glass,
And from within its bounds;

I swim as i walk,
I pace back.
And forth,
and back.

[No one talks]

And as the levels drop
The last few level thoughts,
Writhe
As the few last bubbles
Float up, from the bottom
They burst, up top.

And In certain angles,
As i lay on the ground
In this bowl that is life,
The that that is me
Shoots a quick glance back.

My eyes cant believe what they’re seeing;
Dreams of you receding
Like waves
In a shallow bowl of water
Getting drained.

A Dialogue, or An Assorted Platter of Thoughts

'Life is like dancing. If we have a big floor, many people will dance. Some will get mad when the rhythm changes. But life is changing all the time"
-Miguel Angel Ruiz

"But who prays for Satan? Who in eighteen centuries, has had the common humanity to pray for the one sinner than needed it most?"
-Mark Twain

"If we open a quarrel between past and present, we shall find that we have lost the future."
-Winston Churchill

"In three words i can sum up everything i've learned about life: It goes on."
-Robert Frost

"They look behind at every step and believe it is a dream."
-William Blake




'Richard Feynman and His Diagrams' by Orlando Leibovitz



"There is a smile of love. And there is a smile of deceit. And there is a smile of smiles. When these two smiles meet."
-William Blake