Restless Hours
Posted on 25. Feb, 2008 by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume Two, Survival
When I fell asleep, I swear my eyes opened for the first time in my life.
I could feel what the day entailed, every breath seemed like a moment of delight.
When my slumber embraced me, I felt warm and comforted like I never had.
In a dream of things that I always wanted, yet never afforded in my heart’s desire.
Why would I hope that this veil be lifted, could I possibly dream if I woke?
If I cared for reality, as much as this figment, I would have perfection in my hands.
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I have often wondered about love. Perhaps that is the fault of a hopeless romantic. I think that poets are best born to wondering about the exact destiny of a feeling. It inspires them, it pushes them to reach, it creates want.
To me, love is an absolute feeling. It is the answer to a simple question.
“Would you do anything?”
The answer, if with love, “without a doubt”
I find myself wondering about that answer. If I can relate to someone who is not myself what doubt is and is not. When I see someone, sometimes for the first time, and I know within a fraction of a second that I would take the extraordinary step to do anything.
Does that make one a fool? I wouldn’t think so. I hope that I am not a fool. yet if I am, I take no worry in it. I would rather be a fool than someone without life in my body.
Second topic of the night- in the past week I have had over a half dozen individuals describe me with the word “genius”. I do not like that word. It makes me feel different. It makes me feel as if I am better, and while I may have thoughts which make me unique, I am not better. I am only human.
I wish humility and wisdom were better friends of each other. I wish that the people that describe me as being a genius saw motivation and inspiration within that word. I wish that they looked at my action and realize the potential of how amazing they could be as well.
We are all unique creatures with wonderful gifts.