Wrinkled time like longing dreams that leave you waking, wishing. for other realities, another life, different possibilities. To love completely in a different place, a past or future time. to wake up to that one sweet face which can only exist in the secret recesses of the mind. Living amongst the weak and maimed, the trodden, sad, heartbroken. Would you beg, borrow, steal if pressure builds, if hope fails? Or rise above the circumstance and assume the stance of someone else? Someone you weren't quite meant to be, speaking from somewhere else entirely. What if your hair was adorned with jewels, Sapphire, silver and gold, rubies sparkling red. Would you harden your heart and hoard your wealth, or give with compassion and share the cards in the hand that you were dealt? Beautiful, a face that wounds with cupid's own love dagger. with a face like that would you backtrack to this present lack of luster? Or a face of tragedy. You could be a regular Mona Lisa. Whose weary, sighing smile speaks to you of understanding. What if she were Mary Magdelene or even the Madonna. The virgin girl in another time chose to be a poser for a portrait. Would music sound twice as sweet now played in different timing? It soothes the soul, it sounds divine, but where does the soul reside? Outside these links, does it break these restraints constrained by the tick of the clock? Does the soul flow through all thats lived or breathed, or is it a speck, a simple spot, in the eyes of infinity?
penetrating. who would I be if I conjured up, in my mind, the perfect me. Would I still have the same apathy that required change in the first place? I wonder if it would transfer over in my soul. Same song, different melody. ?
thank you rambleon, I think i like chosen better than chose..that always seemed awkward to me so thanks, chosen makes it more dynamic
