intro
Je n'ai pas peur de la route
Faudrait voir, faut qu'on y goûte
Des méandres au creux des reins
Et tout ira bien là
Le vent nous portera
noir desir- le vent nous portera
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Monday, May 5, 2008
Glasses of WineI think that im one of the most unrealistic, idealistic people on earth. I dream, i imagine, and i hope. I dont think i do much else really. There are things i dream of, and there are things i try to do to achieve those dreams (perhaps because i think of myself as a determinist) but when those dreams shatter, like half full wine glasses that crash to a dark wooden floor, seeping beneath the panels, shards flying everywhere, i dont think i ever get over them. I simply harp, and harp, and bury them deep within my being, so deep that they are hardly ever visible even to me. But theyre there. Theyre there, and i can feel them when i close my eyes and breathe deeply, when i feel like i have not a worry in the world - thats when they prickle, when my mind trods upon those shards of glass and gets drunk on the sorrow that seeped into those maghony floors. That wine, that grows ever more potent with age, that wine that was once the elixir of my being has today turned to poison. Those dreams are past, yet i fool myself, delude myself to believe that there is yet another chance to grasp them in these hands.
Today, i stand at the brink of opportunity. Life, perhaps in a form i had not quite dreamed of, a second-class form, if you will, awaits me. Yet those broken glasses remain, that wine, that poison is still settled in the back of my mind, and it shall always prickle me. But there are other glasses, perhaps more full. Other glasses that my dreaming, foolish, idealistic mind has spun and filled with wine that i have never before tasted. That same mind has dreamed up the unpredictable, the wonderful and the awesome.It has come up with relationships that havent happened, sucesses to come and a love for sheer opportunity. It has hoped and created a standard that i insist i live by each and every day, and it has helped me form my own morality and has made my life what it is today. And that is something that has truly been, and will forever be, worth every single shattered glass.
