Life
Life passes slowly. Entertainment serves only to accelerate it. But why? Why do I rush through the days? Where am I hoping to get to?
I live without purpose, without reason for life. There is no goal. There is no higher connection between it. No motivation. No greater intention… So why?
I find ways to amuse myself as the time passes, but where is it passing to? What could the future be holding for me? Does it even hold anything?
My life had more purpose once… I aspired to something more than this… There was a vision I grasped for in the distance, calling me forward, promising it was worth the effort…
But that is long gone now… Now there is no vision; no aspiration… There is no longer a dream hiding beyond the sunset… There’s no longer a reason for it to rise…
So what am I doing, calling for it? Why do I wish for tomorrow to come swiftly? Is there another dream waiting somewhere beyond for me to find it? Is the purpose due to arrive on some far off date that I’m waiting for? Or perhaps it’s not purpose I wait for, but a way out… Perhaps it’s the uselessness of today that I hope to escape, only to find another useless today when I wake… Perhaps it’s not the days I seek to escape, but the lack of a life living them… Perhaps if the days end faster, the lost feeling that surrounds will end faster too… That’s what it is; this feeling…
I am lost.
This is not misdirection, nor an absent map… This is the lack of a destination. That is to truly be lost…
So I wait… I fill my day with work, and waste my evening watching anime, beckoning the sun to hasten its trip through the sky so that it may rise again; always hoping a waypoint will follow its example.
That is my life. That is how I live. I just have to finish waiting…
Good morning, Sun.
Music
You’re slowly swallowed by the music as the sound flows from the ears to the back of the head and down the spine, and then it spreads- through your arms, down your legs… and suddenly you’re engulfed in a pillar of magical flame that the sound massages through your skin, down into your bones until your skeleton shines with a light that could blind Helios himself…
Your eyes fade away, and you see nothing and everything…
Your mind cries tears of joy as true beauty permeates its every thought, and sings into your soul…
Your silhouette lies upon a cloud of dreams encompassed by a world of truest sight as your physical form dissolves away to a far off place where such things are significant…
And as that world withdraws and your figure begins to take shape, the music slowly excretes you out from heaven; a word you now truly know the meaning of.
