Jan 4
I wonder
I wonder if I’ll ever write my novella, my memoirs, something to be remembered.
I wonder if I’ll find my love, my muse, the death of my lonely.
I wonder if I’ll find my calm, my safe, the end of my nervous.
I wonder if I’ll die the way I think I may, slow and blue and quiet-like.
I wonder, and I wonder, then I wonder a little more.
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Can’t speak for anyone but Me, but, um, Think You just Summed me Up there Too…..
Taking action; one slow small step at a time.
The Novella is one thing we both completely control.
Nervous energy is a powerplant. Tap it. Harder to do than say but in theory; freakin goldmine.
Keep thinkin. Keep wondering. Keep posting.
So far, so complicated, so good.
Don’t be losing your favorite game. And if you do, play again.
I wonder when you will shut the hell up. I wonder.
I kid I kid. I really liked your poem above. It was really sweet but at the same time had a little darkness. Just like you! awww. Anyways i like it. That is all.
I wonder When, period, The End.
THANK goodness I still have Wonder….thank something, you Do too.
THANK goodness somebody’s willing to share their’s.
Please, never be discouraged. 85% of us are complete freakin imbaciles with an emotional IQ of 2. Myself included.
espo, I also wonder about my shutting up…
I like that, sweet and a little dark…
Your Tact and Gentlemanlyness is so Old World/School and So admirable my man…..I aspire.
I love dark chocolate. Bitter? Well, Guess you’ve not yet aquired the Taste…..
“I wonder if I’ll ever write my novella, my memoirs, something to be remembered.”
I think you already have. And we’re all reading it.
I’m five days late, but happy birthday. 🙂
I, without grasping, will pass beyond sorrow,
And I will attain nirvana,” one says.
Whoever grasps like this
Has great grasping.
-Nagarjuna; Mulamadhyamaka-Karika