So very busy I am as it always goes, and will continue to go errr...

My thoughts and life miscellaneous...

I had to quit work because my left shoulder and arm, in a manner of speaking, quit working. It seemed like I tore a muscle off the bone for a long time, but after I got an MRI it turned out to not be the case. Instead, they were unsure what the problem was and put me on antibiotics which have the side effect of drowsiness....hurah! And now I'm caught in a daze all day; never enough sleep. I already didn't get enough sleep like everyone else in this world, but now I can't keep my eyes open come noon....blah! At least my arm is better, so I have that to be thankful for.

I haven't written much lately, and what I do write is always incomplete. I can never finish my thoughts; its like a black wall comes into my head and shuts out my mental process. Its like a kind of poetic hell where something great comes into grasp, but then is knocked from the hand and lost forever. Maybe I have some good material to later continue, or maybe just a few more unfinished pieces to add to a growing collection of half-written works. Either way it's tormenting because I never have the time to look back and finish what is unfinished. They just remain scraps to be forgotten and lost.

Saturday there's going to be a Saliva show at my favourite stage. That will rock and probably keep me buzzing for the next week, or like the last time I saw them, I'll get cut on broken glass again and have very little fun with more medicine. But that's not the worst thing that has happened to me at a concert (I broke my nose at a Papa Roach concert before) The mosh pit is crazy fun though, and addictive

Socially I'm dieing, as the story goes. It seems like my life has no time or want for friends. But those who I know, I barely call friends. It seems to be the way it always is, a vague relationship that never seems to unfold. Maybe its me that keeps it like this, or maybe this is just one of those detatched days that has over stayed its welcome. But then again it's probably both me and them, I'm just not exactly where they are. No one around me can see past the skin, or the shell of beauty and materials. Everyone I ever meet has a shallow heart, and it's sad to think that they can't see the soul, what's behind the eyes, what they will always miss and never see, those little things that truly matter.
There is so much to an expression like an intricate and delicate machine, so much motion; so much story that will never be told - a secret piece that keeps it all together. I now know what drives portrait painters and sketchers. We are all here, none the same, with so much to be said and so many troubles and pleasures. It all can never be told, but there are those moments when your eye catches a glimpse of someone's face, and with all the empathy in the world you know how they feel and can see a side of their soul. I don't know if it seems strange, but I had never noticed it before. So look into the eyes of someone you know or maybe someone you don't, and for a second - a moment, find where they are. "The mind is vast, but the eyes are focused." - unknown
This is the greatest part of art as I know it....a beauty beyond sight and held in vision - in heart

-MPR

Cheers to art the heart of life, and cheers to those who create it.