Prying your third eye open

(Look i'm sorry okay. I've been using a shitload of references from tool, a Perfect circle and all the rest and some may now see me as a devoted fanatic top their cause and therefore an idiot. so what, i love the bands, i love my music, and often i have found that my thought patterns coincide with these songs. in effect i'm using them to illustrate something to the plebians out there who have no other thoughts but those that are fed to them.

so screw you. lots love, eonblue)

"Shroud-ing all the ground around me

Is this holy crow above me.

Black as holes within a memory

And blue as our new second sun.

I stick my hand into his shadow

To pull the pieces from the sand.

Which I attempt to reassemble

To see just who I might have been.

I do not recognize the vessel,

But the eyes seem so familiar.

Like phosphorescent desert buttons

Singing one familiar song..."

It's the trek between the point of departure, through the desert, across the mountains and through the cave, ever following the man in black (ref: Stephen King, The Dark Tower) that seems the hardest. You pull on your sandalwood pistols, hitch up your pack and leave the mule to die in the sun.

Does anyone actually seem to care that where you are going, you don't want to come back? that although they are great company, although they helped you in the past, you can't be around them anymore, that things have changed, that they still serve their purpose, but not for you anymore. that you have grown up, and don't need their guidance. It's not that they aren't good enough anymore, in fact it might be that you aren't good enough for them anymore.

It's simple. we evolve, grow up and live. not everyone you know will stay the same, not everyone will stay with you, and in the end, you have to deal with it. But the hardest part to accept, is that when you think you have left them, alone and drying out their carcasses, they are still there. they still want you, they still give a damn.

"so good to see you,

i've missed you so much.

so glad it's over,

i've missed you so much.

Came out to watch you play, why are you running away?"

-Tool, Third Eye