Gone fishing…….!

The sign above the door reads “out for lunch….gone fishing” I have been absent for a while, may be even absent my whole life, I am out for lunch and fishing for thoughts.

Lost in my own mortality writing my immortality, it’s through the words one lives forever, long after the heart stops beating, the words spin on.

The future eats away the past, it’s ever evolving, unknown in nature, form or kind, it is the future that will be here long after we have gone, a vast expanding landscape, ever growing, reclaiming back that which we took.

I am building a patchwork of words, a mix and match of thoughts……and sometimes I don’t even want to be alone with my own thoughts.

It’s dark in here, isolated, lost, alone in the deep recess of my own mind, but that’s ok, there is something I missed, in all the paper years, in all the paper towns with all the paper girls and all the paper people.

There is the grass and all it’s roots, it’s depth and clarity it eats, yet it feeds and springs forth new life, then there is the strings fragile yet beautiful, too easily broken, unlike the grass, once gone it’s gone, between all sits something I missed, once upon a time, in a paper world with a paper girl and some paper kids.

It’s in that place that linger now, like Lectors thought palace, inside yet out, something I must find here, something I missed even though I don’t feel safe in my own skin, I must stay and find the answers.

Out for lunch, gone fishing…..the sign above the door reads.

~ by Duma Key on August 5, 2014.