Laško Springs

Dearest me be the one who worries when I have enlightenment just inches from grasp. When I Look out into the world, the only thing I wish is for someone else to look back at me and tell me it’ll be alright. I wished for comfort, I desire closure. I am human. I am man. I look into the world, or more accurately my computer screen and I see the news that are present everyday, arriving from different news sources, and with each new article I am able to read, I start to lose my hope for humanity. I read about children that are faced with hunger, death, and the ideals of hopelessness everyday. With each word I read, my heart gains weight, and it slowly fattens up, about to fall from its own weight and cease to be. I set my sights far beyond the reaches of the telescope, and my hopes flies higher than the birds. You already know how this will end, yet you garnish my sensations at a moment's touch. You, so near yet so far an unfair representation, my mistaken imagination running wilder than wild things that infringe upon those most unholy. You are as warm as a sunny day’s breeze, as gentle as the fig trees swaying in the wind and so much more. I told you one day, the sun will not bring it’s light out, and the moon will not let its light shine, when in a moments notice time bends upon heavy hearts and people decides their decision are not as profound as their own thoughts. I walked among men, and in his presence I found contempt, in his presence I found peace, death, life, but most importantly, in his presence I found you. Women of my heart, lady of mine; the winds that changed my inner peace, one who brought the life back to this deceases heart, now comforting and heartwarming. We knew how this would end, but we loved it nonetheless, because while it did not last, it was the best. There standing beside rocks and stones, we expected to be living in painted colors. Tis ve sa ve that brings said tears beneath even Buddha’s bod-hi tree. We stared into space, and in all the right places, we smiled and shined brighter than the light an eclipse tries to hide. I remember summer days when we had our wayward says and conversation, you laughed at my meager jokes and I eagerly joked for you. For without days going by have I ever forgotten not so the whole of our conversation, but the lot of them. Find my soul within the darkened pits and find my faith lost with the wanderings. From grass lain with green coloring in pleasant shiny shades, I watched a movie through all the phone with you lain next to me. Such pleasantries, I shall never forget those sad memories of me and those thoughts of you. Be my fairy merrily maiden that you are, and never bedridden me when we need us most. For the last of us, we shall find locked in intertwining dreams woven from the reality that we called us. This love hate thing that we have, this two sided relationship that never was, already is.You look into your parent’s eyes and you see loveless individuals living in animosity amongst one another, and in their lives you began to worry about your own. You contemplated what love stories you’d have, whether or not someone will come along your long road to whisk you off your feet. You imagined their likeness, their smile, the dim lights flickering from the corners of their eyes. You imagined the comfort, your head resting upon their chest, so that you’d feel their warm breath breathing upon your scalp when they come in to kiss your head. With your shoulders squeezed gently between their chest and their arms wrapping around you, showing you how much they want to keep you safe, and to themselves. For you are a rare flower amongst the ever present wildlife that nature has given man. Middle-mist Red are you my sweetest. I dare not to bear witness to the Horatius nature of the world for that is too horrible. I dare not go against life. But dearest my dearest, you there standing so pleasantly amongst the wild shrubs, dancing beneath the light sworn trees, twirling amidst the vegetation. We made plans to meet one day, and sooner than our minds can imagined the day came in full bloom. I left early, leaving everything else behind, with only the thought of you in mind. I traveled alongside the highway, and heard the moving beast roar passed me, racing into their own never endings. I moved swiftly through the wind, weaving through shredding wind-scars and deciphering draft winds, I rode along cashew parks and ambient green-ways. I diverted routes and arrived unfathomed and unfazed. When I entered our meeting place, I noticed that I had arrived prior to our scheduled meeting, to eager was I, knowing I would be face to face with my future fiance. I say this with an extreme will and earnest attitude, for I know this gal was meant for me, and damn-est to the darkest pits of a sunset shall i send ill willed doubt if it dares come between and my awaiting lady. Frailly promised I know my words have not been said with the most refreshing of thoughts, and sometimes I may not be the kindest of people. My heartaches have only thus began, and yet I never imagine it would have been stuck on you for so long a period, a period my young mind grasp at as a long time. Are you all done with finding yourself in a moments instant, when will you find that perfection that is missing from your life. I wonder why you can’t be satisfied by the small things. The social norm is as screwed up as those who keep living on it, I know its wrong and horrible and its the reason why no one can truly rise from it unscathed, but does that really matter, does any of those childish things matter. The only thing we should be talking about is how to make us work, how to make sure every day we awake, it’s next to each other. How ever morning, I think of you, and think of holding you close to me, just so I feel the guilty satisfaction of knowing that I have you for eons to come. For time is a childish thing when compared to love, time eradicates everything away from a person, their youth, their mentality, their livelihood, but something it can’t take away is love, and a true love at that, for when the sands of time tries to fall from end to end, love will tip the sands of time on its side, and there we shall sit, comfortably with one another. For I promise my love to you, and along with that love, my hopes and dreams, aspirations and inspirations. ONce you want it to begin, you can never really see the end. You begin to switch its name, sudden changing like you mistook its name. NOthing seem the same, yet everything always pulled in together as if they were somehow connected. THe string theories of our lives, as if every song we listened to and ever sight we saw was mean for us to see and for us to hear, something in our minds and our souls makes it seem like someone out there is reaching out to us, as if they’ve been paying attention to our troubles, and our deeds and at our lowest they were supposed to come and cling to our shoulders as to keep us on our own two feet. When the world comes tumbling down, when the ground that we walk on everyday gives way beneath our soles, will we disappear into it like quicksand vanquishes life. Subsidize my dreams and put my hopes on layaway, for when happiness seems out of the question and every-time it tries to surface there suddenly appears a moral dilemma. Sometimes we feel shaken, as if we’ve mistaken our clothing in the clothing store and have been walking around something not akin to our own skin. We start to feel these tingles crawling over our skin, and so very soon we start to feel like we’re living in a home that is not the same as our own, everything is out of place, hardwired and over the counter stairs, pictures on the walls that has people without faces. Thing of furniture in location that makes them seem normal in mistake places, a bed crammed in the restroom, the sink built on its sides. We burn and boil with our passion subdued in our stomachs, we feel the quaking butterflies trying to spread their wings, tickling our innards and feed on our nectar. Oh, can’t you see the stars twilight sparkle against the heaven backdrop, when the sun rises beneath, it creates a shroud of massive proportion that mimics the size of the universe. Streets stirring with black tars, moving molten dispatches of darkness that envelopes all that stands in its way. Volcanic ashes spring from volcanic craters that breaches the earth's surface, and suffice to say a welcome is not needed for this uninvited guest. The grasses, they are burning, and the trees, how they suffer in this weather, weather with temperature rising so fast and so soon that at any moments it will tear the bark off trees quicker than a visage of oil paintings dripping. Soon the world with stop hither ed and so forth when gas of mass destruction start to pollute the airwaves, killing of the needless stretch of lives that smells of stench wrecks. Within days, the elderly, the sick and the young began to disappear with the gusting winds that blew over the land with a tremendous minimal forces, as if a hurricane wanted to see how human beings would look like if they were drunk. Life, a sitting imagination that began to mean with little resistance, with the animal kingdom now broken into and rewritten and restructured, man now lies dormant with his invention of fire. Death seem to be on the very end of an endless spree, when the first ones came out, they came in gas masks at first, afraid of breathing in the breath of ol’ Grimm. They took their firepower and their knives and weaponry, they looked for loved ones and searched for others.Strong was their bond that it laid in a lively puddle of death waiting to be picked up and dried off. IF this world ended, many loved ones with be gone. But I wish and pray that nothing happens to you, so that I may find a way to you. Nothing seemed more important, selfish to say and sufficiently significant are these sorrowful words that any slothful tale to entice you would be deemed meaningless and uncanny. Clear Fragrant and Fragile One day omitted from our present live, one decisions that wasn’t made, and one person we never met. This thing could have never been and could have been something else, some with a sweeter taste, some other thing with a more frequent smell, bring each other closer to something else other than each other. Fate steps on misfortune, and accidentally Riggs implosions of famine and depression that lives off swelled emotions. I took my steps and try to align them in contemporary portrayal. Music and bluegrass depicting images over my shoulders for my head to imagine upon, it acts as mystifying dreams to try and confuse me, for reality I deem it fake, when my dream tis more real when i’m not awake. Let the transit system of our war torn aftermath society agree on themselves to give us space and allow us room, let them give you and I time to find each other within this whole dividend, within this whole divide. Maybe it’s not a problem, for a problem is in deserving of a solution, and a solution to our issue has not yet made itself known, not even in hints and in riddles. There sits a river that bleeds life, stringing with a festival of life. How deeming it is when a nightmare sits unfulfilled, with a strong gust of wind and whirlwinds of undying changes. Now that the unchanged and never ending has no story to tell and no history to pass on. wish merrily upon galaxies and many a dormant stars, there exists no more demeaning that existence foes for mankind. time sat still for them then. When nothing cared everything stands untouched. Sunsets and sunrise, both are visions we wished to bequeath unto our eyes. So tell me your story and your unmoved self. Redefining me and soon like nothing else.