1/5/07

begin

the clenched hands at the beginning of the night. the sun has set, the moon is full, and i find myself still empty.

religion has been tried and found lacking, as has love, and drink, and any other vice imaginable.

for i have know them, i have know them all.

there seems to be this hole inside of me that nothing can fill and it might as well be vice denial or escape.

its just that i've begun to suspect that i am not destined to find contentment, nor happiness.

that is all

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Hi Patrick,
Happy New Year--so glad to have you back! I missed your post on the bulletin board--I really must be better at checking it.

I love your rendering of objects--you always give things such depth and dimension--I wish I was as adept at that as you are.

I don't believe you are destined to be unhappy. I'm only commenting on this cause I've been there--that hole you are talking about--for what it's worth, I learned it can't be filled by things or people outside ourselves. It has to come from within-- being content with ourselves. I don't mean to sound preachy--just wanted to share what I've learned, in case it may be of help.

Thank you for the entry.

Susan