Oblivion is wonderful when you know how to manipulate it. I am oblivious to the fact that i have not slept for awhile, i am oblivious to the fact that i have work and more work, i am oblivious.
Life can be beautiful when you are living in oblivion, but so lonely and cold too. Such is the nature of Beauty, when we look at her we know that she is completely inaccessible to us. She is beautiful, but she is cold and she will never acknowledge our presence for she is absolute within herself. She is beautiful.
Yet in my life of oblivion, i am not untouched by the gems Beauty has placed in my way. The certainty of friendships and kindness remain firmly etched in the sands of memory.
I recently wrote to Andre who is in Melbourne now, struggling as I am with the choices in life and priorities. Andre and I have been friends for so long, he's always been that older brother in my life never afraid to give me the scolding I need. He reminds me of the frame in my life where i was a teenager. Those days of recklessness and mindlessness, that was when we were really living life because we were not thinking about it. We were bloody living it. We were too busy with the present to stop for anyone or anything.
It's good to know people still care.
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