The Book of Ashes
Legend in his own mind, creator of all you see here, he walks this Earth on the path of the becoming.
On Monday, 14, April 2003 Ashes wrote...
The blood red sunset of work... 10:29AM
The days are cooler now, nipping at your heals, like an excited puppy wanting to play. As you walk the long road home from work, all wrapped up, the sky begins to fade, like your favourite worn pink sweater pulled down over your head, you can see up through the middle to normal blue sky and the night comes quicker, like its been waiting for you to get home and want to do something. And it will come quicker yet. In your mind you marvel at the delicacy of the pink, how wonderfully gay looking it is and as you analyse it, it shifts in your mind till its blood red, staining the sky like the neoteric homicide it is for another day in your life has died, never to befriend you again. All you can do is remember, remember that particular shade of red...
It was a pretty wicked sunset I must say. Now people I have an observation, one which I may have voiced previously. I find that by the end of the day I'm tiring, I spend hours trying to solve a problem, then, the next morning I solve it in 10 minutes without a quarter the stress I had the afternoon before.
The mind has tired, it works no more. Recharge it in the craddle. It shall work once again.
I am restless. Underfoot the ground shakes. The walls quake and I want to roam this Earth again. Vagabond. Wanderer. Nomad. I am all of these things. A state of mind? I traded in my tent. It wasn't good enough (you always want more) so now I have a 4 season tent (rather than a 2 season one) that is lighter and more weather proof. Rock on cold weather. I shall handle you. No more sleeping out on the beach at Kiakora. No more...
Remember this...
If the human mind is capable of anything, it is definitly capable of controlling your body. What do you wish you could do? What is stopping you from doing it? We are capable really, its all in the becoming...
Emotion fills us. It drains us. It forms us. Without it we are but thinking machines. But is that what we want to be? To cut out the bad you must also remove the good. - Ellipsis