Positive Ignorance

Like weather the outlook of the world from a birds or poets eye view
can always seem different by the percipitation or participation through life.
you can sit in a room all day and look out a window or windows of buses escaping the towns or escaping the memories.
anywhere you are, and anything you do
its all you, its all your face and faith and fate.
Its everything
The moments arent built on clocks ticking hands.
They are buillt out of wind, out of snow, out of seasons.
We are as birds in a flock with no direction but for warmth or contentment.
And in the end or any beggining that is all there is.
Accomplishments or missions or whatever they may have been defined by you.
are all just fancy names for your life and the conquering of each days wake.
But why must humans think of life this way..
Oxygen is our primary objective.
but so many breath and suffocate at the same time.

Run in the sun..

Our intelligence is only the limitedness of our own sacrificial space.
Chance or choice are only fear.
Emotions are what we do and how we do them.
Everything inside the corpses are playthings.

Run in the sun..

Kiss
the person you find beautiful, hold the hand that never gives up, drink
good tea, take care of yourself, brush your teeth, get haircuts, even
if you hate them, fit in to not lives, but life.

fit in somewhere that you create and clothes will
start to fit
water will start
to taste like something
music
will sound like something impossible to have been man-made.
Everything, the clatter of the world will be just as the most beautiful smelling garbage.
These words i write,

listen.

it is postive ignorance, it is thinking straight.