A small writing I did today being a little short on inspiration for the story. Whatever the cause it will come back to me. For now this conversation with myself. And some questions we might all want answered.
Conversation with Me!
I look at you and I wonder of who you are. It is true that I look that down and gloomy. Knowing full well I am smiling or is that the thought that runs through my head. Something has happened it is not a thought of me with a smile but a hole of black a lack of ideas. The slumps perhaps, down under the weather. No that must not be true as all seems okay with me. How is it that I am so tired, slept most through the night, I watched the moon and star seen the morning peaches colour when the sun came up. Maybe I should have slept more but than what is keeping me awake.
I look at you and I wonder what I have done wrong. Not so much as a person but as a human like many others. Could it be true I am that violent by nature, ferocious as an animal on the hunt. Is my heart that much louder when I think of a chase. Can I be just scared of what happens after you have caught what I chased. Does that mean y fierce instinct has to arise form the bottom of a well. Sweating so much we loose track of what matters. Trembling excitement or cold feet for what comes next. I can choose, I am my own person. I will not kill unless I want the food.
I look at me and I wonder what it is that I can do. Lear from that aching silent it is okay to scream. Should one e content with the happenings and present day or can I stand up to the occasion and change my ways. Teach history as it was meant to be to create a better future or forget tomorrow and live only today. What questions can I answer when I stare into my eyes. For all I know we have been running in circles never did we broke free from what was taught. A truth that was mistakenly made to be a lie or is that my twisted mind screwing me over. And was it just the other way around.
I look at you there in the mirror and it is eager to learn. Surely how much f the truth can be changed to suit the better me. When will I reach a newer you and learned the wrongs from right. can I shake your hand on it that you will not spread war and death over a belief. Or will my humanity stand in my way and dictate my behaviour. If we are so much a like and our core are as one than why do I see those use it in anger and create despair.
I look at you and I wonder what will become of us.
I look at you and I wonder if ever we learn from our past.
I look at you and I know I am the best me I can be.
I look at YOU and I wonder…. Who YOU really are…
I look at YOU and I wonder…. What YOU really are…
I look at you and I wonder of how the world could be.
Who am I, what am I?
Who are you, what are you?
Who are we, what are we?
I can only wonder.
We keep dreaming and hoping that one that one day we will understand where we are and that killing or violence is not an answer.