So reality is perception and perception is reality.. yes.. We believe what we want to believe, what we understand. We take the world in front of us and try to fit it into the confines of what we've learned and what we can imagine. The depth and breadth of the world is defined by each of us, as individuals, as small minds... We learn through experience, and can simulate an approximation of experience through communication and imagination. We embrace what resonates as familiar, and resist the unfamiliar.
As an object at rest tends to stay at rest, so do we as individuals. As an object in motion tends to stay in motion, so do we as individuals.
The fulcrum we call ourselves is the sum of the overriding decisions we make, verses our emotional predispositions. Amidst the cancellation, we are resolved to a simple, higher level state of "is". We pivot back and forth at the lower levels, choosing and feeling as necessary to yield result, but another 30,000 feet above us is a balanced perspective of "is". I do pretend, I don't pretend, it's everything we do. I allure you with empathy and commonality to develop you as an asset, as a lover, as a friend.... Sometimes it's easy to draw the line between the illusion I project and what I feel for you. Sometimes it's not so clear. Chances are, you will never hear these words, and the reverberation of these thoughts, words, and feelings will decay in time concurrently with my presence. There are days and moments when I can stare into the deep blue that is you and see a synchronistic world where our pasts and futures harmonize. I can believe that the depths of who were and are, are meant to superimpose upon each other into an eternal dance yet to be realized. I see what was and I see what is, all the pieces fit, and each layer of exposure is a reminder of something we knew from the beginning. That the belonging that has long been looked for, is as close as an arms reach. That it's inevitable, in time we'll run out of reasons to hide. I can't deny that I feel the truth be it synergistic or alone.... One way or another there is hurt of some kind, in someone, somewhere..... I know that the voice that leads me along, tells me that time is actually on our side... That a slow and subtle discovery will build a cohesion that can not be broken.. To rush is to prematurely develop, and to miss some key ingredients to a long term success. In a brilliant contrast there is a deeper and broader picture to develop... I've never wanted to change who you are, what you feel, or who you've been. I don't need another me in this world, as I'm far too familiar with him. So disagree, and know that it's here, where we truly compliment. If you can remember, how it could be, how maybe it should be, you would see us back then, in the near future you will be my wife....
It's been a long time since I've seen someone through these eyes, through a memory of what has not happened yet.. A deep connection, as primal as any emotion, I feel it in the stars, and in the fires in the night. I hear the voices, and see the faces, the times so far beneath. It's as though there is an undercurrent beneath us that flows, connecting...
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hmmm... speaking of currents.... I have to piss..