So this is it. Chapter 5 and the Epilogue. I really have nothing to say since these last chapters are more straight forward and to the point. The poem is my way of ending this whole article on life expressing my emotions and bleeding my feelings through words. The epilogue plays straight to the truth of how and why I wrote this piece.
The thing that really gets me are the questions after. Like what the hell did I write? Will this be useful for anybody? Where do I go from here? These questions just make me think of the cycle of life, and then I just relax. I have no idea if I will write something like this again, but I am glad I did write something that makes me think about life and dig into philosophy at least once. My future articles will deal with fiction stories I have been working on and of course some of the daily activities in my life worth writing about.
An inner piece about the inner place in space
Chapter 5: Beyond (Poem)
Now even with the cycle there is more outside of thought, out of the box, around the corner and into the middle of nowhere. There is a place real words cannot touch, eyes cannot see and minds cannot think. But feelings and emotions can always sense it. We are prisoners to our thoughts and slaves to the process misplaced and butchered in a world of rules and plots.
We are nothing without our friends, family, lovers, and tots. We piece together the world as a unique marvel of glamour; an unimaginable spectacle full of pain, liberty, heaven, and hell. We never stop. This never stops. Nothing can and ever will stop. You think when you look in the mirror you see you, but really you are being looked at. You are being taunted and teased. The bullies from the past and the demons from the dark never leave. We are here to win. We are here to achieve. Our minds wander and our thoughts progress.
You wish to go above and beyond, to fly high above the sky. We want to see what is beyond us what is beyond space and time. We are not above ourselves we are no better then the rest. What we want is here it is inside our chest. We have love, friends, and family too. Just look deep inside. Look at the inner you. You are good, you are bad, and you are a weak little piece of shit. Oh how you wish you could be something, how you wish you could give a shit. This world is full of glamour and rules. We are just pieces of the puzzle, this part is true.
Oh how we wish we could go above and beyond this place to peace. But it is the pieces that fall and rise beyond our eyes that shade the darkness above our eyes and above our feet. If only we knew that to go beyond we must look inside.
· We must look deep.
Epilogue: The Fall
I started writing this a day after Christmas. I was about to watch a movie and had just finished talking to a good friend about the major outline that the words in this piece are about. I would like to end this fictional story and interpretation of life with a real story of my life:
I was sitting on a couch one night listening to classic rock and drinking fancy wine. Something I do not usually do. I was in a private lounge with a friend and his friends. I was dressed to impress and we were all gathered around a warm fire talking about work, life, and time. I stared at the women, the men, the walls, and most importantly the fire, like I do in most social situations. I gazed into my friend’s faces and listened to the laughter of the pretty women and heterosexual men. I stared at my shoes and looked at the wine in my glass. That was the night I drove home drunk and was sent to the drunk-tank in a city jail. In a matter of minutes I was a man with a DUI, guilt written on my face and the scent of booze lingering as my mind swirled and dreamed. That night in the jail, which coincidentally was the morning of Thanksgiving, a family friend working there was kind enough to let me sit in solitaire outside in the waiting chairs till my time was over. This was a moment to remember. I sat there contemplating through my past, present, and future. A fool stuck in time to ponder away my thoughts. I realized then life had so much to offer and the fragile existence that it gave me was not to be wasted, but to be an experience of something even grander.
This was the fall of my life and the addition of another part of the cycle. This fall only brought one smile from a very bright shining light with a smile of infinite morale.
· The stupidity of man is a piece of the puzzle and a part of us all.
· I am you and you are me.
· We are one. We are none.
Creation: The Rise & Fall
An inner piece about the inner place in space
By Shan Howerton
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