Defenses

Do we believe in things only because they happened to us?

What if there is love, truth, justice, acceptance in this world?

What if these things do exist? What if they do happen? But just not to us?

Should we then say these aren't real? That we don't believe in them?

What if you decide to not believe in them? That they are only illusions. For the idealistic, the naive. Shards of hope to instill some sort of fantasy to make the chores of everyday life more bearable.

And then it finally comes right up to you with open arms. Will you turn it away, failing to recognise the sincerity?

Or recognise it and turn it away? Out of fear.

Maybe I can't really grow up, as some have fumed. I’m sorry to have frustrated anyone. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for I am certain your intentions were good. I can’t change very much even though I should've learnt my lessons. A part of me will always rather be gullible than overlook even an ounce of kindness.

I Like Trains

I tremble from an aching heart.
This much I know, and it beats with fear.
Not one that we will inevitably part.
But one that makes me run, yet beckons me to hold her.

I know, I feel, what's coming, or going. My practical mind will, once again, divert my metaphorical heart. So... the other day I absent-mindedly blurted to a nine year old, "I feel God is for all but religion can be selective". Oh my. Was I out of line?

Right now, between yawns, I'm trying to record my new song for earth hour (if all goes well), but am just too tired.

It's been too long since my last creamy taste of avocado. A month perhaps? I need a treat. It's just so expensive. Someday I'll have my own farm (with a telescope). I just met someone who doesn't like it. Muahahaha, more for me!

Ok I'm half asleep now. No surprise. Been on my feet at least 10 hours the last 2 days. Someone told me I'm random. Am I? I like trains.