Thoughts From The Soul

Maybe I'm crazy. Maybe I believe most human beings over complicate things.

I observe people on a daily basis, getting inside their own head, using self help books, trying to organize their own head.

Things are not so complicated. But the more we complicate things, the more complicated they become.

My mind is a cascading waterfall of endless ideas and provisions, transcending the known world defeating that of which confuses those who cannot escape the complications of their own brain.

Watching, waiting, and wondering. Why? Why does the world make itself more and more complex by confusing what is usually normal logic?

The barren wasteland that is sometimes life. All hail self help. Or maybe not.

Sigh Of The Heart

Even a letter from you of rejection makes my heart skip,
As if it were a letter declaring your undying love.
My breath shortens, my pulse quickens.

I become a young man again.

Your friendship means the world to me,
Though you, who wish a distance, remain apart.

I suppose such things are, and my respect must remain in tact.
Though I suppose my body language and my mannerisms give away my heart's intent,
I remain wanting only to be your friend if that is all I can manage.

Yet I am saddened, that though my persistance prevails,
You still seem to mis-trust to which I can understand.

We all seek to find the companionship of someone,
But, Alas, most of us cannot by suffice with just a friend.

I know only I will never marry for love, for love, like the sands of time,
Blows away.

Instead, I shall marry for like, because one NEVER falls out of like.

Shall I marry you, or else another?
I know not.
I only know I can only live
For
This
Moment.