Thursday, March 02, 2006

This

This day. And these words I have spoken are now part of me and who I am.
They stick like bread dipped in ocean. And bite like a cold wave after jumping in.
I do not know what comes on the path before me. And what lies by my feet when I am in bed.
Someone could be watching me waiting to take my life away. It makes sense. But not enough. In every area or state I am in my life there is a feeling that I have sometimes in my mind and sometimes in my stomach. Sometimes its joyful or sometimes its melancholy. When I feel the earth has been swept beneath my feet I wish I could be someone else. But I can't. We are stuck with what comes out.

4 comments:

Mira-cle said...

Pffffieeeuf. You blow me away, Hannah.

I love the images you use..."they stick like bread dipped in ocean"..."the earth has been swept beneath my feet"...

I really enjoy reading your blogs, thank you!

avery said...

this is kindof a creepy thought. i dont really know if our lives are preplanned but it doesnt change the fact that we are victims to consequence. what we do or say or think will as you say stick like bread dipped in the ocean.i think i'll stop now the whole things is thouroghly scaring me noww. lots of luv

thomasw said...

Hannah, i challenge your statement: "We are stuck with what comes out." I would argue that we can choose what comes out. And that makes a huge difference in us, in our attitudes, responsibilities and potential. Do you see my point?

Mr. P said...

I agree with your pops. we are able to change and challenge the outcome of our lives. enter the contest. do it. do it!