QUOTE OF THE DAY:
"The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and all science. He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead: his eyes are closed."
I wonder about many things as each day dawns.
Dawn being a figurative term.
I'm still awake when it comes.
It's usually the afternoon sun that beckons this lowly creature from the dreamlands to the waking world.
That and a fucking alarm clock.
I wonder what the day will bring...
Missing moments and moments lost.
I wonder if I can complete a day without new scar...
On me or in somebody else.
I wonder if my words will be the reason for pain...
For someone I don't know or in someone close to me.
I wonder what each passing minute brings to fill my plate.
A healthy meal or a mouthful of crow.
I wonder will I blink, think, breathe?
I wonder if it's worth it.
For you or me.
I wonder if the wonderful people of this world have started the healing?
Spreading hope filled arms and embracing us.
I wonder if the monsters are rubbing more salt to yet another fresh wound.
Squeezing and squeezing and squeezing till darkness comes.
I wonder if today will be a coalescent, stagnant day.
Or will it blossom into a day of thunderous beauty, gelid rains?
With the lightning prancing, frolicking and shimmying, like a burlesque show of awe and WONDER.
I wonder if on this day, I can do something right.
Everyday, I sit her and think.
But mostly, I just wonder, why?
And today was no different.