Meet ... Storm
Why I write :trying to explain a lot
“Why do you
write ?.. “ well … .. .. once I looked
in a mirror and I saw an empty soul , I
opened a book and saw blank pages , and I thought to myself what a waist , so I
wrote in the book to make it feel better and maybe to make myself feel better..
after all nobody likes to alone nor empty..” “so what did you write ..?”
“(laughing)
things anything’s just trying to fill up the pages, as I wrote in the pages they felt a bit un comfortable at
first my words lacked purpose .. but with time they made sense … it(the book)
wasn’t used to being written in, if you could understand, mostly my fault
spelling mistakes and grammatical errors(as is with life) here and there, the
era’s of life some of us make.. But I understood what was written , but yeah
slowly the pages started to fill up.. . as much as we do when we live life and make mistakes and choices which bring us to this place, such as
we call it our present from our past and
on to our potential which most often
describes our future ”
“Umm? Okay What about the soul..?” “What about it?” “did
it fill up as you wrote ?” (looking away and around for an answer).
“I am not sure,
but I do know that there were tears …
and that there are some tears not worth crying, and that the soul knew this well (experience).. so it
did not cry .. the soul of cause which was much like mine, it stood alone but
it wasn’t lonely but it never hesitated
to ask company to stay even thou most of
the time it felt something’s where better not said , often it would ask it’s
shadow and reflection questions and trace what was left by the ink of writing
on the a page because he was blind ..
Asking it .. do you really want to know what’s written ?.. .. would it matter? .. Should it matter.. ?
because it is already done …And then there was silence and that’s about it,
About the soul (conclusively)” “ and the page?” “what about the page?” “what
did the page say?” “not much really that was its nature ..(taking time to think
.. concluding .. yes) …to say a lot
without saying much at …a lot of
people read wrong and are quick
to pass judgment… some learn something,
others laughed others mocked .. .. .. . The page just did
what it did.. All it knew how to do.. To be a page .. The page said a lot without saying much at
all umm.. ..Why what did you want the page to say?.. Did it say something to
you” “ ummm you have a point? Where the
page and the soul one in the same?” …..
(Looking up at the sky) “maybe.. No.. Not at all.. but very alike though ,but no not one in the same , like hands of
two lovers when they hold they are one but they are not, maybe they
belong at least they have a sense of
belonging and gave each other company ”
“.. your explanation are
complicated” “ not really (laughing)” “(frustrated) what do you write?”
“ the wind doesn’t know why it fills the
sail , fingers don’t know why they want to touch hot or cold but they do know
they want to feel despite the consequence , the lost want to be found even when
they give up hope knowing that even in being found they might lose their
freedom , hate needs to hate it has no exact aim but it’s its nature”
interrupting “what’s that got to do with what you write” “ nothing really I
thought that sounded good (winking)
hidden truths.. in your face and you
missed it again (laughing to self )”
trying to get it over with “and
then” “ .. you come to term with your
complexity.. and finally see the simple ..
and then there is the JUST IS”
“which is” “ it just is, that’s
why I write I guess that’s the answer to your question ” that’s like asking why and replying why not. “ no it
isn’t… .. it just is” expand “ I know
god and god knows me I have no answer accept it just is (with a smile) why do
your ears listen ?” “ Ummmmm because that’s what they were designed for …(. I
stop talking to… I we laugh… yeah we laugh…. Jesus … god with us …
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