Quizzical moment
Listening to Missing by Evanescence and just soaking in the words. They speak this unopened question inside of me. I just let it roll around in my head. I let it stay there. Unclear if I should be asking it or if I just push the weight of the question to the back of me. Letting myself swallow a gulp of air to dissuade myself from popping out.
Indeed the idea of exploring the question is not a logical way to live life. In all aspects it is just easier to allow the questions, the weights to surface only to drown them again in this mind control of forgetfulness. Holding a place deep within my spinal column I lay that damning evidence of what if. I even find myself reaching to touch the spine long enough to realize sickness can play a huge factor in the emotions.
Clearly I should just forgo any ideas of spreading what the extensive explanation and research given to the question. Even more in the sights are the justified understandings that no good will come from asking something that should have been discussed long ago. How, now, would the any part of that conversation be beneficial to anyone currently?
So in truth it is okay to listen to the words of the music, even allow the question to surface. Even more so to write about it, just not truly speak of it. In the end the whole fiasco of what if will be laid to rest and time will find the answers.
While time leads to the answers what is given may not be received well. Ending all possibilities of hopefully good aspects. So just allow me to listen to the last echoing stanza "isn't something missing? isn't someone missing me?" as it clearly exits the mind. Settling the voice, raging, inside my head. I sigh as the night demands attention.
Sleep knocks upon my soul, dances the toning inside muscles and fades the importance inside my brain. Finding a moment of complete calm. Sending me to finalize the finishing touches of the Tuesday. Even though it is now Wednesday.
Slowly I play upon the reality of just how many questions do invade my mind, then the taunting of this one. Just how clear a quizzical moment is within seconds of a day. Even more is how many times key phrases are repeated. The obvious unyielding weight of not knowing stings me.
And even now, I realize I will never know the actual answer, just the idea of breaking up the necessity is outlandish. Truly barbaric. Yet even in my whimpering dreams I come to understand that some aspects of life are never going to have a completion. The mind DOES have to settle that people don't cross paths anymore.
Even in my case, walking clear around the block to avoid the downstairs knockers. Seriously pulling all stops to any strange happenings. What justice does that do but give power to the next person?
Alas that is another question that will not be answered. No qualm there in being left unanswered. Just shrug my shoulders and accept the unknown. Do not demand the hope either. False hope is damaging thoroughly to anyone.
So tonight I bid thee a good night. All in hope that reading is interesting for you, briefly. And in some distance, an answer does reach in to give way to joy. Until then retracing the steps and falling into the bed. Clearly time is for slumber and dreams.
Dream well.
Indeed the idea of exploring the question is not a logical way to live life. In all aspects it is just easier to allow the questions, the weights to surface only to drown them again in this mind control of forgetfulness. Holding a place deep within my spinal column I lay that damning evidence of what if. I even find myself reaching to touch the spine long enough to realize sickness can play a huge factor in the emotions.
Clearly I should just forgo any ideas of spreading what the extensive explanation and research given to the question. Even more in the sights are the justified understandings that no good will come from asking something that should have been discussed long ago. How, now, would the any part of that conversation be beneficial to anyone currently?
So in truth it is okay to listen to the words of the music, even allow the question to surface. Even more so to write about it, just not truly speak of it. In the end the whole fiasco of what if will be laid to rest and time will find the answers.
While time leads to the answers what is given may not be received well. Ending all possibilities of hopefully good aspects. So just allow me to listen to the last echoing stanza "isn't something missing? isn't someone missing me?" as it clearly exits the mind. Settling the voice, raging, inside my head. I sigh as the night demands attention.
Sleep knocks upon my soul, dances the toning inside muscles and fades the importance inside my brain. Finding a moment of complete calm. Sending me to finalize the finishing touches of the Tuesday. Even though it is now Wednesday.
Slowly I play upon the reality of just how many questions do invade my mind, then the taunting of this one. Just how clear a quizzical moment is within seconds of a day. Even more is how many times key phrases are repeated. The obvious unyielding weight of not knowing stings me.
And even now, I realize I will never know the actual answer, just the idea of breaking up the necessity is outlandish. Truly barbaric. Yet even in my whimpering dreams I come to understand that some aspects of life are never going to have a completion. The mind DOES have to settle that people don't cross paths anymore.
Even in my case, walking clear around the block to avoid the downstairs knockers. Seriously pulling all stops to any strange happenings. What justice does that do but give power to the next person?
Alas that is another question that will not be answered. No qualm there in being left unanswered. Just shrug my shoulders and accept the unknown. Do not demand the hope either. False hope is damaging thoroughly to anyone.
So tonight I bid thee a good night. All in hope that reading is interesting for you, briefly. And in some distance, an answer does reach in to give way to joy. Until then retracing the steps and falling into the bed. Clearly time is for slumber and dreams.
Dream well.
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