Hollowed echos shatter the silence
My heart and body are filled
My soul has cleared
And now I wait
for fate
to deliberate
my future…
When the time is right I shall return. I miss this place, it was my home. Circumstances change and life grows, one day I shall return, hopefully soon and when I do I shall be different. We shall see. For now, for the few who still come, we shall meet again. Until then, be well my friends.
Enreal
What do we know,
of our others?
The true meaning of oneness.
What do we know,
…of our families?
…of our loved ones?
…of our histories?
Can we read from our stories?
Do we care?
We say yes
But do we?
Do You?
Who is your lover?
Be it your friend.
Who is your mother?
Be it your Father.
Who is your sister?
Or perhaps a brother?
What are their dreams?
What are their hopes?
Do we only want them to know ours?
Instead of speaking and not listening…
Ask these questions more,
They make your story complete.
For one day you may ponder…
Upon a time you will wonder…
And it may be too late
Make the time
Speak and share
Show your love
Show you’re there
Time does not care for yearning pasts
Make the present matter for time will pass
Make these questions live
For memories shall last
Time does not care for yearning pasts
Tell me, what is there to do? They say we can not see the path we are on while we are on it. As days blend into years and years escape the moments, time itself becomes or became the watcher, either in the future or in the past it presents the present. And here it is.
What is there to do? Make choices, fake decisions, accept certain truths. The truths which were determined by time, the watcher.
So now tell me.
What.
Is.
There.
To.
Do?
Accept, I guess… I do. With little or no reason. I simply do. Because I can’t tell myself what to do. Can you?
Journals Of Enreal 