Perceptions

"perception obsolete

A victim of a mind trapped in a past time having an expectation leading to frustration.Outdated hidden images, a mind's rustic pages,requires full updating; a different understanding.

Take the distance that you now see,multiply it by a factor of three.Redefine the words you used to once describe the ones you choose to keep in the space of your mind and then, only then, will you find that the disappointment you consistently suffer will begin to lessen and be buffered by the logic of change that is so constant...constant!... and yet the mind is so scant in its dose of this factor, it continues to hold to a previous mold.

Force it to accept the inevitability,and feed it with reality".






I borrowed this poem from theraeven (can I legally do that?) Anyhow, when I first read it, it struck a chord....lets just say that its striking a whole string section now. I commented then that the concept of reality was vulnerable, and indeed influenced by how much truth our systems could manage.....as I have said before, we all have our little lies we live......it makes it easier to deal.


Now, however I am thinking I should leave no space for error, thoughts or otherwise, I will interpret it in its most literal sense so that I am somewhat saved. I am tired of interpreting stuff...its hard, and of course it hurts when you get it wrong. My Boogie always tells me that I am too consumed with trying to establish a world in which hurt from love is obliterated. I just think you can get hurt even when you are not in love so why complicate it and open yourself up for worse pain......the cool breeze that is Love can sometimes be a freaking hurricane, so why not beware?

I thought last night about how much I had allowed myself to forget about the beginning of love......it simply hurts too much......the uncertainty, the misconceptions, the knowledge that the ground you had is slipping......the anger....all are parts of the hold of love......but this is not what I want....


I have searched high and low (maybe not so low) for a bed buddy.....someone to mess with on those days, someone who does not stray into your thoughts unless its about getting a little sumpn' sumpn', someone who shares an understanding of our places in the scheme of things........someone I can undress when Boogie is being a son of a bitch over whatever...someone I have absolutely no connection with...is that so bad?