This is why I journal. Thoughts and feelings are just dumped onto the pages. And occasionally something sparkles or shines. The two stanzas below are not finished nor do they represent anything more than an idea. Will I finish it as a poem or will it inspire a story, a short film, a photograph or a painting? Not sure what will come out of it. Anyway, thought I would share. Maybe it will inspire you.
I am unfamiliar in my thoughts and dreams.I am unfamiliar with time. It is neither now nor then.I am unfamiliar with my face and my body.A stuttering heartbeat, a lost memory, a sudden pain.
I am familiar with time passing so quickly.I am familiar with distraction and noise.I am familiar with words of consolation.I am familiar with another self at another time.
I am familiar with goodbye.
ON ANOTHER NOTE:
The word familiar can be used as an adjective or a noun. As an adjective it means “having knowledge of ” as I use it above. But as a noun it is:
1. a demon supposedly attending and obeying a witch, often said to assume the form of an animal.2. (in the Roman Catholic Church) a person rendering certain services in a pope’s or bishop’s household.3. a close friend or associate
I find this interesting on many levels. First, that there is a definition or use of a word that is entirely fictional, second, that the demon is only “supposedly attending and obeying a witch”, not “definitely attending”…and lastly, that it precedes the Roman Catholic Church’s use of the word. Okay, its just me.
(Of course, not all definitions on the web came up with the above, but a quick google search found this entry. The internets are fascinating, aren’t they?!)