As I was reading I was like "Aww my poor girl..." And then it got a little more positive at the end and I was thinking "Awesome, she's okay" and then you hit me with the Author's Note and I go "NOOOOOO" NO MORE NEGATIVE THOUGHTS MISSY. Especially in regards to your health. Everything will be okay. Speaking of which though... PM me later and give me an update!
Awh, well, if your health's bad I hope it improves, and swiftly. I've had thoughts like these before, sometimes in idle wondering, sometimes in more negative frames of mind. The body's temporal, in the span of the world it's a shell that's here and gone in the blink of an eye. For that brief span you're alive, so you may as well be living to get what experiences you can from this life. What remains is your art and the people you affect. Your art reveals a lass even lovelier on the inside than she is on her exterior, and everyone can attest to the fact (yes, fact, not opinion) that you're incredibly beautiful. Speaking of your art, which is always amazing, great work with this poem, it makes the reader ponder as well. Or, at least, it made this one do so. :) Glad to have had the chance to enjoy this. Keep your chin up lass, and let me know if there's anything I can do to make you smile even a little.
Pain is a reminder of life
Love is a reminder of pain
And sadness is a reminder of loss
You will be able to truly live when you can feel these emotions in spite of themselves. There's not a solid answer for everything' realize that categorizing emotions will only subtract from the human experience. Everything is the same, it's just a matter of perception. Nice write.
As I was reading I was like "Aww my poor girl..." And then it got a little more positive at the end and I was thinking "Awesome, she's okay" and then you hit me with the Author's Note and I go "NOOOOOO" NO MORE NEGATIVE THOUGHTS MISSY. Especially in regards to your health. Everything will be okay. Speaking of which though... PM me later and give me an update!
well done poem...the stuff all artist have wonderd about for thousands of years...life is living even if it only feels as yer going thru the motions...to quote lennon: 'life is what happens to you while yer busy making other plans'
I like the thoughts create by the poem. I wonder often do people remember me sometimes? Good questions brought to life by the excellent poem. Thank you for sharing the excellent poem.
Coyote
the fact from which we try always to run away from is that, while we are alive, we think that we are very important for life that it cant work if we are not here but look how many have come and gone and others complete what they have started, some are forgotten, some are still remembered according to each person's deeds...
It's a little ironic that on the night I post one of the irreverent things I've ever written, you come out with one of the most painfully personal and poignant (no alliteration intended :P) things I believe you've ever written...it's like a mission statement for the so-called "human condition"...It is natural for everyone to feel these things and ask these questions - albeit usually to themselves - at various points in their lives, especially when matters of health are involved...but there are considerably fewer people who are able to articulate these feelings as powerfully (still no alliteration intended, honest) as you have here...
Well, my dear Kels, I will take the liberty of answering your questions...yes it would be noticed, yes you would be missed, and ultimately you would be followed...and yes you would be lovingly remembered through your art...but not yet...you're still here are we're thankful that you are, and we plan on having you around for a good while to come :)