Tired

 

Razors cut eyes. I’m tired.

Want to write, feel wired.

Memories in head are hired

and new lives acquired.

 

Sleep! Not yet. Wait. Tired.

Live the dream, reality fired

mind all alive and inspired.

Body dead, sleep desired.

 

Nicholas Was… by Neil Gaiman

Nicholas was…

older than sin, and his beard could grow

no whiter. He wanted to die.

The dwarfish natives of the Arctic caverns did

not speak his language, but conversed in their own,

twittering tongue, conducted incomprehensible

rituals, when they were no actually

working in the factories.

Once every year they forced him, sobbing

and protesting, into Endless Night. During

the journey he would stand near every child

in the world, leave one of the dwarves’

invisible gifts by its bedside. The

children slept, frozen in time.

He envied Prometheus and Loki, Sisyphus and

Judas. His punishment was harsher.

Ho.

Ho.

Ho.

From Smoke and Mirrors

Quote of the Day

 

“We can run for miles to achieve something. But it means nothing if we run in circles.”

 

~I tried to find out who said this…but no joy. It is possible it was me…don’t remember. I found this in my notebook from 2005.

The Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger

 

….The man falling isn’t permitted to feel or hear himself hit the bottom. He just keeps falling and falling. The whole arrangement’s designed for men who, at some time or other in their lives, where looking for something their own environment couldn’t supply them with. Or they thought their own environment couldn’t supply them with. So they gave up looking. They gave it up before they ever really even got started…

 

I have missed the oportunity to read this book at the right time. 

Quote of the day

 

”Fear can hold you prisoner, hope can set you free.”

~ Red

from one of the best films ever Shawshank redemption

He wishes for the cloth of Heaven by W.B. Yeats

 

Had I Heavens’ embrioded cloth,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the clothe under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

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