Old piece. Aged with time makes this sweet like wine

One summer evening I was taking a stroll on the moon, for pure excercise of course. As I was walking, I came across a bench, sat myself down, (which we will assume was made of cheese just for a good image) and began to stare down to the revovling sphere we call home. The view was astonoshing, all seven continents on Planet Earth containing their own swirl pattern of weather, stars right, left, diagonal, upwards, downwards, facewards, leftwards, rightwards, stars galore. Yet, this did not capture my attention as much as the spinning ball of green and blue did. I began to stare, slowly losing focus of the actual object and started pondering, many abrupt thoughts came in and out, but soon enough I locked on to trials......

Trials, trials, trials, and more trials, throughout life you go through trials of moods, trials of styles, possibly even court trials, trials of stability. Whatever trial you take on, you are accumulating that certain specific trial that once fancied you, to your life resume. Life resume? You must be applying for something, but what? Possibly heaven, but that only works out for the people who have a connection with a greater power. Some may apply for a prosperous after life, some seek happyness, many use their trials of moods for pure attention. I do not know what your trials entail for you, but at a young age, I know what I'm using these tentative and experimental fads for. None of it includes, applications for heaven, pursuit of happiness (happiness would be nice thought), no, I am seeking for that one moment, that one exact minute, possibly second in time, where I feel completely real. Where I feel alive, I feel every sensation from the blood rushing to every different organ in my body, to fully appreciating all five senses at once. Yo quiero un momento apasionado.

Which leads me to this, what triggers that surreal moment? Could it be your first true passionate kiss (that's what i've resorted to telling myself these days), maybe its losing a family member, seeing something moving, or unexplainable. What ever it is, where ever it may be, I know everyone has that moment where you touch your edge and feel alive. The last question is, do you search or instigate that moment? Or does it come to you?

Finally, looking down from my small perch on the moon, I concluded that in order to get back to down to earth stage, I would have to jump.

Take Me

Take me to a land far from here, where trees bear fruit every way you look

Take me there, where the air is always warm, and only the bare minimum needs to be covered

Take me away from everything I’ve known, but don’t let me forget to show you what I’ve been shown

Take me far far away from patterns and circles

Take me to right angles, and choices

Take me to a place where the wind sings a song, and the trees follow along

Take me, better yet, move me. Instill bone-chilling inspiration inside of me

Take me to a mirror so I can see it clear.

It appears.

I’m taking myself there, or is it here?