What did I hear. To what melody did I set my life’s song to. I grow closer to the loud sounds, the sounds that are the first step to creating something new. What seed was it that amounted to this size. None of the young limbs grow straight. They start to grow, then start to deviate in disparate directions. Knowing this is like heading towards a distant mirage. Life goes on not according to my own will, but to the will of something bigger than I. My life sways and turns to the currents and flutters of the zephyr. Who are we to try and go towards the mountain or up towards the sky like a firecracker, and not according to the flow of water. We lift our heads up high and fail to humble our beings. If this continues, the boat ride will never cease.

Flowers wither and stars fade in the midst of these struggles. I consume raw barley to fulfill my hunger, and the heels of my shoes diminish as I continue walking. Sadness. When can I sprint towards the darkness with the assurance that the end is really there. Is this sensible. Is this thoughtless felicity. Will my thoughts diminish and all that will be left is the debris.

- September 20th, 2011