Need/Love

People sing all kinds of songs to make money, to vent their feelings on a variety of issues, to identify with a certain thing or group, to stand out as an individual...and in some crazy way to some how make others happy or comfort them in their time of grief or need...

Need...I need you in my life, you are the air that I breathe, I can't live without you, I'm so lost without you..need, need, need.

Is this the truth? Will I suffocate, will I die, what exactly is "lost"? Need is relative. As the saying goes nothing is irreplaceable.

Time heals wounds and broken hearts. The pain of losing a loved one will be dulled over time. In every end there is a new beginning. Every dark night gives way to light.

Do you really need what you think you need or is it just some sort of characterization to let others know that you love them?

I don't need my wife but I love her. Whatever she does can be done by someone else but I prefer and am happy she is the one doing it for me. Likewise I know she doesn't need me. Love is more important than need. Love and need is not the same thing. Love is giving while need is taking.

I love my daughter......

Tuesday Morning...

A flickering light, a moving blind, a constant whirring of the AC Unit. The beeping of a Black Berry, the scraping of finger nails across the keyboard of a laptop in an irregular pattern. An orange cup.

So much to do but I don't know where to start. Distractions, distractions, distractions...

Oblivion

The dust has settled, history was created, the fruits of our appeal to consciousness are now in its bearing season. The dawn of a new era has lost it's luster, life goes on.

For some, its victory. For others, nothing has changed. Yet the majority will say that things have taken a turn for the worse. Everyone is right in their minds, in their eyes. Everyone speak from their hearts...mostly...

However, for people like me, there is sadness, there is disenchantment, there is a loss of purpose. You see, we put our hands to the wheel, we openly took no side, we questioned the establishment, we asked the hard questions.

We made enemies on all sides...

Now its time for us to be returned to storage room of oblivion, where all the dark, meaningless souls reside. Now it is time for us to disappear, to invisibly walk this land, to burden ourselves with the load of this place, silently observing and gnashing our teeth, biting our lips letting our hearts burn...

We await the time for the door of oblivion to be reopened to let us have free reign once again. To channel the anger, hurt and ideals from the immediate past into words so sharp and powerful that they actually determine the outcomes of battles and wars...

Be not afraid for we wait in the shadows...