Let my Soul Fly Free: lasci l'anima libera d'volare

Current mood: melancholy
Category: Goals, Plans, Hopes

Why do I wake up so early on Sunday mornings? Looking out of my top story window atop this hill, I can see all the way to the Blue Mountains (some 40 km to the North and Northwest). The sky is pale slate, silver glimmer outlining each individual cloud. I need a coffee but there isn't any lactose free milk. I want the milk, but I don't want to get dressed, wash my face or drive. I hate Woolworths. I really dislike the crass commericiality and utter plasticity of 21st century life. Sure its all there for the taking, but it's not satisfying. You take a piece, chew on it, then you wonder why you bit on it. It's all the same. The people that inhabit this time and space are largely drones and automatons - they barely understand themselves ..... Marketing victims. The decade of Selfish. Will, I know I said this was the year of *DD* but I just can't do it. Only to poke fun at, a humorous interlude, but I could never adopt it as a philosophy - it would make me no better than those pulsating ignorant self centered masses. I sit here thinking. I read my mail and comments. I review my Blog and consider the vast differences in subject matter, tone and time in place. Alan, maybe I trashed myself for a few weekends, and now (just like before) I'm over that. It was just a distraction - Trailer park I'm not. I'm looking for meaning, even if it doesnt exist (except in fantasies) because I feel it in my souil. I need to find my soul mirror - the missing part that slots just perfectly, and makes me whole, fills me with desire, kindness, generosity, love, relief, safety, warmth, and of course great passion. Take me to that other place, that only we know I know you, I don't know that I ever met you, but I know you. And you know me. I've got so much to give, I don't want to have to speak...just look into my eyes and you'll see. I don't want to waste my time, my life, all those seconds. I want to give, share it, celebrate those seconds, with someone who resonates atthe same frequency. Someone who can see with their senses, somone of the Gods. Someone like me Please find me. I'm here. PS. I'm ready to give..ready to fall..ready PSS: I promise to keep my wicked sense of irreverant, cheeky humour.

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