Nov 13, 2018

by Everlasting   Nov 13, 2018


I always thought that my thoughts were my own
but more often than not
these thoughts stream on their own

It seems as if they are a river
where I can fish
and that which I catch when I fish
is for me to feed upon

But oh the fish that live in the river
are not the river themselves
These fish simply swim and live in that river
as they grow and grow and grow

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  • 5 years ago

    by ddavidd

    Do the thoughts become yours, after you catch the fishes, or only you catch them with your eyes and they still would not be belonged??
    You always start a very deep un answerable queries through your deep clutch of imaginative thoughts and instead of leaving them be in their own unspecified natural inhabitant, try to make sense of them and make the intangible, tangible, even though acknowledging their intangible descriptions.

    Even though regardless of your sometime lesser success, I admire your daringness. It is good sometime to make a fool out of yourself, and disregard the audience. I am not saying that it is what transpired here but I see the potential.
    My advise: go for it, you have only your gravity to lose. Being attached too much to the audience, in long run, suffocates ones raw talent.
    All in my humble opinion. ((take it with a grain of salt. ))

    Such a joy read!!

    • 5 years ago

      by Everlasting

      "It seems as if they are a river
      where I can fish
      and that which I catch when I fish
      is for me to feed upon"

      What happens to the fishes when you eat them? Do they become a part of you and you become aware of that process? Do you feel the fish become a part of you as you are eating them? after you ate them? Does the fish become visible to you or anyone else once you have eaten it? Does everything in the fish remains in your body? Do you fish because you are hungry, as a hobby, or to give it to those who are hungry?

      Thanks for reading.