Write right

Some times u just need to write, who knows

why of for what reason. Or wether its an hour past the sensible time to sleep. The compelling urge to stay awake and blab on about who knows what is of greater consequence than to slip peacefully into the dream world.

Well the things are telescopical i suppose on the lines of stretching someing out. I mean if one is holding a sea mans telescope the wrong way around and one finds the smaller end is at the other side and that you can look right through this thing and objects are far away that are close and if u flip it then those that are far become close .. So which way is it ?.... WHich way do we hold our perceptions to the world.

What coloured glass to we house in windows?

Its tough because nothing is wrong, well many things are wrong in Life but too some one else it is completely justified.. How do i justifuy my actions to make myself feel better about the way i am and or the descisions i take .

The Rain has come. For some time now it falls . On the soft grass.Soak soak it takes it in, down to the root the water feeds. through the soil, she does breathe. Back up in growth the grass does bring new life, not only in spring. echos of last thoughts do hang about, i could name a few, How about you? Are we so different ? How far are we from our brothers and sisters of the natural world? Is our emancipation so far detached? YES! In many ways we are its true, from a distance we do see the parallels and can relate. And do. But when we take the responsibilty to take a life out of compassion. What does that say. And what is compassion??? ( not retorical) The chicken cant walk, its leggs don't work properly . ~~This is the voice of my conscience~ I must be in peace with Death as with Life....