REALITY

Its marked a long road since i wrote last. I am not the same person from one minute to the next. Its as if I am a conduit for the lost souls that are looking for some type of expression from the past. Perhaps I just have a vivid imagination but even so the imaginative must come from real experiences. Its hard to believe that I am all grown up because here I never feel alone. Not like I did in the states. Not like I did living at home with my family. Even when I return there is this sense of cold that fills the darkness. Like ice on lemons. Sour with time yet desirous of tenderness.

Its impossible to be alone when you are surrounded with family and loved ones right? I  entertain the company and leisurly pass my time to please their agendas and abate their desirous need for order of which my sentiments have not flavor

. Our social constructs of what we see, who we are and what we do should be not rattled to the extend to bring injury to the person who uses them for security and comfort. What is real should be feigned in order to please the reality which those who live in it everyday feel depended on. But yet while people may say that I daydream and live in a fantasy world that world does not challenge their reality rather mine. So while I am able to live out my truth so are they theirs.

 However truth as we know does not come from fantasies and inquisitions. It upsets our norms, it upsets our feelings of security yet it rages to be heard so when I say I have an inclination for 1800's finery. I mean that something calls me to it. Whatever it is that blesses my interest is as real as anyone elses imagination but the difference between what is imaginary and what is real is not what appeases our norms of behavior but rather when questions them. The real questions involve who we are and what we do everyday.

Reality of the world is very similiar to what it has always been. A hat is a hat and a hand is a hand and they have more or less meant the same thing to humans since the beginning of time as says the biblical hebrew scriptures whose words are the original text and context of truth.

You see reality doesn't change. We do. As long as a hat is a hat and you see it as such and understand its meaning when the sun comes out than bang, your reality is not that different than mine. So dont judge me by the way I wear my hat or tie my sweater if it serves it rightful purpose I am as much in reality as you are.