This is the personal writing site of Barry Hurd- online consultant, designer, writer, marketer, entrepreneur, and father.
I once spoke to an older man, who said with quiet words
“live life, not for yourself, but for the moment in front of you that will be remembered.”
The man was insane at the time. Yet now I know how true he was.
I was not his student. No I was just a casual friend who called […]
Some choose, to be different
glancing across the street,
watching people walk on by.
Others find themselves sedated,
failing to realize where they are,
or even where they are going.
I find myself moving along,
sometimes fast, sometimes slow,
often waiting for a signal that never comes.
I find myself waiting with hope,
failing to protect my caution,
as I step into traffic I cannot see.
I don’t want anything, except for the things everyone else has.
The moments of simple joy and quiet pause
when hope isn’t needed, or ever required.
I want the moment of life, simple and unedited
full of passion and lust, desire and greed,
when breathing is deep and sexual.
I want the seconds to last,
beyond the fraction of time I have, […]
Once, when I was little,
I remember hearing voices.
Chaotic and playful,
perfect,
friendly.
When I was older,
I had become deaf,
slowly losing myself
to the murmur of indifference,
that we call society.
Now I know,
that I am far more,
than what other people see,
I am, without doubt,
listening.
I didn’t ask for this, the sweet dream, or the bitter awakening.
Nothing bothered me in the figment, as everything seemed so real.
It was my life, a perfect place of agony and reflection.
Thoughts conversing and evolving, changing and evading.
This was a moment of instance, of sheer delirium.
The time when everything but me was within sight.
No […]
I looked at the reflection of my life, ripples of thought pushing through my mind as my tears fell swift, yet with pause. Each drop of life that was lost pulled me farther and deeper into recollection and illusion, moments filled with nothing but figment and intangible dreaming. I cried, blinding myself in trying to […]