~*~ The Subterraneans ~*~
Above is a photo of Jack Kerouac; one of the greatest, most talented & misunderstood writers of the 20th Century.
~*~ The Last Falling Star ~*~
~*~ By the Light of a Candle ~*~
I can comment on a lot of things. Too many things... Night, day, sky, politics, books, music, life – the meaning or lack thereof, death, depression, dogs, gods, cats, stuff... I notice a lot, see a lot... and at the same time, sometimes, fail to notice at all... in essence? Common sense? Nonsense? Maybe I’m too opinionated. Maybe I’m too cautious, maybe too loud, too tough, out of touch, too bold, to sacred, too scared, too scarred.. I have opinions on everything.. an idea, an ideal. I have more hardships than happiness but I guess I can smile. I have a mind that works overtime worrying, wanting, hating, dreaming, thinking, thinking, thinking... I guess I worry about everything, yet I’m told that if I worry too much I’ll grow older, faster... I already feel like I’ve lived several life times.. And so, I speak my mind, and sometimes I get in trouble. I think I’ve stopped caring... and sometimes, “I say nothing, I talk to noone, I know what I believe, don’t need to wear it on my sleeve..” So it looks, feels like summer’s dying... And Fall is the beautiful murderer. Fall is an inspiration. But it never lasts long enough. Nothing lasts... except the fact.... That nothing lasts...–C. 9/96
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