TO GET MORE, DESIRE LESS...

THE WONDEFUL ADVICE OF A WISE

GRAFFITTI ARTIST. 

 

It is so funny how lifes tide has a way of calmly going out to breach the warming sunset, to glid along the horizon of a beautiful new day, to send a cool breeze along the spine of your neck, and send goose bumps along your arms. All is calm.......all is mellow, all is....

CRASH!!!!

and just like that a wave, from no where, a burst to push you from your  feet, knock you from you sanity...... WINDED....and then again, to be plumited by regret and mourning, disregret and regard, to be dragged into the dark of the ocean, kicking and screaming, even to the strongest of strong, there is no mercy, struggle as you might, the sea will take you.

Burrowing down and down, into the sickening rip tides, lashed around, beaten by battering currents..... is this the end????

Always left to wonder.......

How did something so beautiful turn out to be so deadly???

This is how i look at you....

I now do not walk on the beach........because of you..... I can not see the beauty like I did before.......i tremble at the brisk air, and cold uninviting waves. the  sand even...... something that made me feel welcome, human.........now....oh now makes me feel dirty..... i hate the feeling.so lonesome......even when surrounded by the flocks of screaching birds, and scurring bugs, like the faceless people among the streets, they are nobodies......i am alone, and you have made me this way......

i sit, in the dirty sand, toes coated in mucky dirt..... watching from the sideline, the game of life. you are a real player in this  game eh? you think you own this beach. i see you interacting with the bugs, and the birds. i see you splashing in the wealth of the wave, high on what it may bring to you, basking in the suns rays...... your turn will come my friend ,your turn will come.....

sick thing is, there was a boy, and this boy cried wolf, and again and again...... much like you..... soon when the boy cried, no one listened.....

this is also how i think of you......keep crying, keep crying for your attention, for your needs, soon when you cry for help.....there will be no one left to help.....or shall i say care for that matter.....

 

I edge back, to the shore, to the place where i use to love, the place that made me feel safe, my "home". It is a barron place, i see you slowly strolling along the broken seafoam, kicking bits in the air..... do you even know what you had done???

Pulling damp curls from my face, i grin....i see the anguish on your face, you failed......i came back...... and it wasn't for you.....

 

I feel the  grip in my hand, a squeeze of confidence, another survivor..... I turn, a friendly face,welcoming my thoughts, emotions, my pain, unlike you........

 

See before, i could be crushed, dragged, flilled with the salty putride of your lies, you habbits, your life........

 

I see my beach, a glow, the sun rising as your boat crosses the brink of the horizon. I watch the glistening waves take you, no worries, they will be viloent at times, calm at others, stay afloat, and you will reach yours....

 

YOU ARE RIGHT ABOUT ONE THING MY FRIEND, LIFE IS....... whether you live it, sieze it, love it, hate it, mourn it, curse it, praise it, embrase it, ruin it, make it, create it, loose it, take it, give it........

 

LIFE IS JUST A BEACH........