(inspired by cute crazy's "unfair")*

I
  loved
    you
      for
        who
          you­
            are...

and
  you
    threw
      me
        away
  ­        for
            who
                
                  *I­  wasn't

As I sit in my chair
I listen
         eyes closed
                      I hear the raindrops
such a soothing symphony they create

       no pattern
                        random
but ,
magically musical

my old refridgerator running in the background

the clock ticking away the seconds

isn't it funny how much we don't hear
when we don't listen,
                                  Truly listen

As I lie here self drugged
between dream and reality
my mind opens up
to previously unseen possibility

where is this line between dream and real
to me they are the same
at least that's how I feel

Where does life end
and where's it begin
do we wander this life
in supposed dark sin

Does God have a plan
or are we just travelers
adrift on this plane
too many things I cannot explain

I'll continue to wander
no plan and no guide
all I can do
continue my stride

This in between land
in the ether does lie
questions and answers
someday we'll find

I find when I'm alone with my thoughts
questions arise
why do we only use roughly 10-14% of our brains potential

what if we could use more?

Say perhaps, most of it

what hidden secrets could we unlock?

could we hold entire conversations without saying a word?

I sit and ponder in my time alone,
are we part of a human collective conciousness that we have yet to rediscover
all our past, present and futures intertwined though at present we are too ignorant to the fact to accept it,

But...

what if we do and we move toward understanding how exactly the unconcious mind works ,
are dreams we have clues to something larger that we simply pass off as "silly dreams"merely because we cannot comprehend what we are being told?

Here we are in the 21st century and still we do not understand where our minds/concious being  goes when we are put under anesthesia,
we simply are not there!

I for one find this a topic of immense wonder

It has been proven that while under the influence of powerful mind altering drugs that certain portions of the brain seem to be "unlocked"
and register off the charts
Anyway just one of the things I like to ponder when I'm alone with my thoughts.

Roses are wilted,
Violets are dead,
Leaves fall around us
As something gets stuck in our head.
The light beams onto the silver,
But quickly reflects-
Sooner rather then later,
I'll start to neglect-
Blades are silver
They look good on skin,
But listen before you begin,
Wait until the wind breaks
Before you let the blade
Fall.

we all seek the truth
walking around blindly
but we cannot find the truth
until we find ourselves
truly.