Remember me

Remember me.

Because I am so temporary, and slowly fading away as the wind blows and the sea comes in, soon to be washed away into unimaginable infinity of space and time, helpless and so insignificant...

Remember me.

Because it's the only way to keep a trace of my irrelevant footprints after the tide has been and gone.

Keep me in.

Because although we never make any sense at all in our time here, at least I did a bit to you.

How to live your life

I remember dawn in the fir woods, mist hanging from ferns like the drags of our mortality, searching for needles in haystacks, like answers or at least smiles to make us forget this was another dawn, and we were still searching, searching in the undergrowth, and feeling so alive, and in the excitement forgetting that we were just like the mushrooms, temporary, hidden, lonely and so hard to find.

 

The Weakness

It's so easy to lose touch with oneself. It seems to me that everything around me conspires to distract me, lead me astray, make me forget where I want to go, where I'm heading. How to resist the daily pressure of conformity and shallow living, borderline, merely brushing what life really is and what we really are? I'm scared of giving in, letting the sirens' songs draw me into the deep, falling into that empty slumber, forgetting... I'm scared because I do not know what to do to stay in touch, stay awake and shine, how to stay alive, how to pass on the message, my message, how to be me. The weakness. The words once written at the dawn of consciousness crawl back to me with a bitter taste of déjà-vu : wrestling with this complex, shapeless thing that is my life, I still don't know how to use it, and it's getting worn, and I'm going nowhere.