Posted by Dominic
Mon, 26 Nov 2007 01:06:00 GMT
I have often wondered what it would be like, to live life in complete transparency.
Hiding not one thought, not one idea, not one of the deep, dark secrets that we all have hidden away, deep down in our subconscious. Sharing them, free to float on the wind like small gray pigeons - beautiful as they fly, but each individually full of dirt and filth?
Would the world be a better place if they knew that I sometimes think mean things, really mean things, without even meaning to?
Would the world be a better place if they saw the sadness, depression and the incredible depths of pain and despair that sometimes wrack this mind?
In relationships people always talk about how it’s important to communicate - Would the world be a better place if it heard every single thought, doubt and indecision that gets filed away, each in their very own dark place?
Would the world be a better place with all the introspection, the self-doubt, the concerns and the worries?
Sure, there are the positives.
There is the love, the smiles, the warm memories… But those are often shared, especially during this high season of loving and sharing with others. We live our lives sharing all the warm fuzzyness, and shying away from revealing both sides of the coin.
Sometimes it’s for fear of rejection, sometimes it’s for fear of hurting others, sometimes it’s your own selfish pride that gets in the way.
So tell me this, dear readers…
Would you like to spend a week in my mind?
I don’t. :)
Posted in Just me, Lunacy, Wandrings of the mind | Tags introspection, lunacy, thinking | 1 comment | no trackbacks
Posted by Dominic
Wed, 17 Oct 2007 11:49:00 GMT
As I step outside, a momentary chill envelops me. I shiver once, lock the door, and stride purposefully toward my mount.
I turn the ignition, and the big cruiser springs to life with a growl. After a few seconds of rough idling, she settles in to a low rumble.
I stretch, and finish putting on my helmet and gloves as I watch the fog swirl in the triple beams of my headlights.
First gear. I slowly roll through the fog, leaving swirling trails of emptyness behind me. The fog is so thick, I can’t hear the engine echoing off the buildings - I might as well be in the middle of nowhere. Silence and dark all around me, as I glide through the dark, an island of light.
I twist the throttle, and the powerful engine snarls as I accelerate away. I work my way through the gears, moving along like a rocket - pointed on one end, red glow from the taillights behind me.
I pull over at a gas station to fill up - even as I’m standing there under the bright lights, it feels like I’m alone out there.
I merge onto the highway and into traffic. The fog has lifted in a tunnel-shape that follows the highway… I suppose enough cars go by to continually fight it back.
I drop back into the thickness of the fog as I exit the highway. In a split second, I go from almost no fog and light to pea soup and darkness. Once again, I am a rocket, roaring through the dark.
I pull into the parking lot, and let her idle for a few minutes. The tendrils of fog caress the headlights, as if they are calling out to the machine….
“Come run with us… run….”
Posted in Just me, Motorcycle, Wandrings of the mind | Tags fog, morning, motorcycle, ride | 1 comment | no trackbacks
