Good evening
We’re glad you could join us
It’s been a while
We have much to discuss
But first
Close your eyes
Tell me
What do you see?
Do you see the stars?
Or the lights?
Do you see the imprinted shapes from the world on the other side of your eyelid?
Or is it all just darkness?
I ask for I don’t know
Not unless you tell me.
The things I ask are the things I’ve seen.
But what have you seen in the void of your own darkness?
What would you ask me?
What would you want me to see?
___I know these are a lot of questions and maybe we should come back to it.
But sometimes we can’t go back
Not from this.
Do you see now?
Do you see what this means?
It means that there will not be a life were you correct the past
Nor a life where you mend the emotional wounds with your own hands
The wounds that you dealt, but someone else was there to heal
Where were you?
Why didn’t you help?
Make excuses as much as you want.
Please
Go ahead.
They will wait for you to explain
We’ll all sit here patiently while you tell us.
But I cannot guarantee that all of us will stay
Some will leave
They will leave forever
Some might come back
But I don’t know who
Maybe you already know
Some may even surprise you.
Through the crisp hills of the all-knowing valley shall they rise from the flowers; the meadow once layered with corpses and illusions.
The valley will beacon your presence with empathetic swirls of breezy mountain air.
The lone voice of the loved one that understood you shall be there.
But not the actual person.
Why?
Because of what you did.
Of what you said
For who you are
For what you represent
You can mend the wound, but not when it is already healed.
So now you must rehabilitate the person
Can you do that?
Can your voice be the restoring glimmer?
Can your hands be the forgiving light?
Can your eyes run with sorrowful tears?
Can you forgive yourself before you forgive others?
Will someone else do the same for you?
If you can answer “yes” to any of the above…
Then know that all of life’s wonders and blunders are waiting for you.
But all of that lies ahead of you
Not behind you.
May 11, 2013
May 11, 2013 at 3:55 AM UTC
Good evening
We’re glad you could join us
It’s been a while
We have much to discuss
But first
Close your eyes
Tell me
What do you see?
Do you see the stars?
Or the lights?
Do you see the imprinted shapes from the world on the other side of your eyelid?
Or is it all just darkness?
I ask for I don’t know
Not unless you tell me.
The things I ask are the things I’ve seen.
But what have you seen in the void of your own darkness?
What would you ask me?
What would you want me to see?
___I know these are a lot of questions and maybe we should come back to it.
But sometimes we can’t go back
Not from this.
Do you see now?
Do you see what this means?
It means that there will not be a life were you correct the past
Nor a life where you mend the emotional wounds with your own hands
The wounds that you dealt, but someone else was there to heal
Where were you?
Why didn’t you help?
Make excuses as much as you want.
Please
Go ahead.
They will wait for you to explain
We’ll all sit here patiently while you tell us.
But I cannot guarantee that all of us will stay
Some will leave
They will leave forever
Some might come back
But I don’t know who
Maybe you already know
Some may even surprise you.
Through the crisp hills of the all-knowing valley shall they rise from the flowers; the meadow once layered with corpses and illusions.
The valley will beacon your presence with empathetic swirls of breezy mountain air.
The lone voice of the loved one that understood you shall be there.
But not the actual person.
Why?
Because of what you did.
Of what you said
For who you are
For what you represent
You can mend the wound, but not when it is already healed.
So now you must rehabilitate the person
Can you do that?
Can your voice be the restoring glimmer?
Can your hands be the forgiving light?
Can your eyes run with sorrowful tears?
Can you forgive yourself before you forgive others?
Will someone else do the same for you?
If you can answer “yes” to any of the above…
Then know that all of life’s wonders and blunders are waiting for you.
But all of that lies ahead of you
Not behind you.
Thank you for a superb evening. I wish we could stay and chat but we have a prior engagement. We’d like to take this opportunity to publicly thank all who were involved in this nights’ festivities: Roger Moore, Blues Saranceno, Switch-blade knives, Rolex watches, homosexual typewriters, Egyptian sculptors, raging hormones, ambiguous Falcons, Superman, Dr. Venture, Dr. Evil, Dr. No, Dr. Pepper (M.D.), Spider-man, Paper clips, Optimus Prime, Faye Dunaway, Tom Hanks, Roger Rabbit, Pickles the Drummer, Frank Miller, and lovely Devo.
We’ll see you sometime after this night but not before the night where we get drunk with some clowns and break charles manson out of jail for a card game with captain crunch and Mr. Clean. Cheers!
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