So here they are.

"The last time I saw you, we were just split in two,
You was looking at me, I was looking at you.
You had a ray so familiar, but I could not recognize.
cause you had blood in your face, I had blood in my eye."

So what am I going to do.... Is the question I ponder sitting here in the dar with one contact in. What is it I am doing? Ah, a far more relevant question. For how possibly could I know what it is I am going to do, when I still do not know what it is I am doing. Then there is of course the question of what have I done? Well I see little reason to ponder this question for long, unless the reason is for happy nastalgia. There is no use in stressing over what has already happened. Livem Learn, Change.

Change, change, change,,,, I've heard it's the only constant. BUt in truth change is only an illusion as everything goes as planned. If everything goes as planned then is there ever any real change? Can one plan for change? It seems to me, if evert..ything is perfect, and known, than their truly is never any "change". There is the illusion of change that we all see, as we think we are moving, progressing, living, suffering... BUt the ultimate plan, fate.... destiny... Pre arranged agreements that occured ethorialy before acquiring a physical being.... Whatever you want to call it, remains unchanged. Would it ever even be possible for their to be change to that which always is? How could something, be it entity or idea, that lives outside the scope of time, ever change? There is no future, so change can't "come".

Why am I even talking about change? Alas thinking about it? This concept holds no real point to me, at least not in my current state. Or is it that I just don't yet understand what the point of this thought process is for me. Maybe I am thinking about all for the shear purpose of writing it doen so someone who needs to hear this does. Who knows.

So what am I doing now? Well the easy answer fo course is typing. Typing typing typing. But why? Why am I typing? Why do I even care to ask why? Am I typing for "you" or am I typing for myself? Well If I am you and you are me, than regardless of answer, Arn't I doing both? I write for both you and me. I love for both you and me. I live for both you and me. Who is you? I don't know, who is me?

Sigh endless stream of thoughts, alone here in the dark... one contact in... (of course one out)... In Walker La, of all places. How on Earth did I end up in Walker Louisiana. I remember when I was young and learning the states and their capitals. I never would have guess I would end up here..... But that is how it goes isn't it? Noone ever truly knows where they will be in the future. One can have a plan, one can have good ideas, one can have hopes and dreams... But the future, and almost more omportantly the road to the future are always unpredictable.

Even if given the gift of foresight, you never know when you will be just wrong. Maybe one day you will have a vision, you will see something amazing, or horrible that is "supposed to be". You have had visions come true many times in the past, so of course you belive this one as well. Well, what if this vision is wrong? What if this vision was designed particularly with the idea of being wrong. What if this visions being wrong serves you a far greater purpose/lesson than if it were right? Well than you will be wrong. Noone ever knows.

None the less.
Plan, Dream.
Create.
Live, Love,
Enjoy.
Learn, do....
Not neccessarily understand,
But think figure, be.

You know I am writing this for you and me... As I said earlier. Everything that is done is done for us all.. We are all one afterall. Hurting someone else is hurting yourself. Hurting yourself is hurting someone else. It's not a give/take..... It is love/be loved. No suffering required.

One Day.

These random thoughts brought to you with love.
-From me