Random Thought #1, by Mandy Leah

Random Thought #1

I once read that,

“It’s not the length of life, but the depth of it.”

This statement I feel is true beyond truth

How do people believe that time is

more important than depth or feeling?

What we feel makes us who we are

it drives us to become something!

Days pass, yet unnoticed as they

aren’t whats important or what matters

Numbers are meaningless without

experience.

I have to find... what is it that I wish to find... (bartender another) I see the bottom

I don’t need for much sometimes more isn’t

What’s Real Are You Real

Seeds of hope I hear those words on late night TV

Even though I know I probably won’t Be able To read That... tomorrow...

She tried to climb out slow but her love for a man was quickening her journey the little man with the purple gui… was playing her song

I was running To catch the horse In the snow From the bus I jumped into

Little lizard lisps I watch the tip of your tongue I want to feel your tongue slightly peak from your lips as you speak to me

Burning the midnight oil needs one gasoline Standing tall waiting for you with my feathers

And the river gates flooded open like a damn that had finally been let down I was down open, could I be touched

Sometimes we search for more answers when really it might not even matter the answer is–

I could feel it creeping it crept inside deep into the shadows illuminated, breathless my body ached for more

I search for the everlasting circle the diamond on my ring the prize

I feel so good love is in every form I get what I need always It’s a gift

It was child innocence filtering through the eyes were like faucets of the past the words were like