a letter from He who watches

From an anonymous observer

Leaves fall as the wind keeps changing
Mixing air causes such a cataclysmic change
with change, comes new experiences
eye-opening, gut-wrenching, apocalyptic thoughts

Creative dreams
lost in the captivating words of love
books filled with happiness and joy
a sense of fulfillment takes my sleep
just a thirst for the wondrous words
of Michelle Reid

The spree of a never-ending search for written treasures
hidden beneath fouls gold, mockeries
and fakes... waiting to be discovered

Day after day...month after month..the most desired
to be loved objects remain missing and sad

This story of thirst is a long one
one most of us have already heard and lived through
we hear the stores opening.. revealing their aromatic smell
of brand new treasures that peak our senses with non-stop taunting
daring us..tempting us.. and even with all of our might to wait..
our animal instincts kick in and we lose control

Rather normal among "normal" human beings.. but very peculiar to those who
truly understand the meaning of life
As I sit here on this fountain and observe.. I notice this new and astounding
discovery.. even our youth is wasting their life and most precious time in such stupidity
they don't wait .. they want what they want.. and there's no one who can stop them from
getting it.. not even their conscience can advise them not to.. because even the conscience
is desiring this materialistic poison

I'll just stay here on this fountain.. observing what new commodities the rather
complex human being will come up with next

That will ultimately lead them to an unknown fate.. but according to what's happening...
it won't be a good one...