I Am...

"...But touch my tears, with your lips. Touch my world, with your fingertips. And we can have forever. And we can love forever. Forever is our today...Who wants to live forever?..."

I did not begin this to showcase my wisdom nor start a brand to sell a product.  I could care less who read it and who didn't but if at least one person went moved or inspired out of the billions on this planet then that would be a bonus for me...and so it was.  The pursuit of fame is the mark of one seeking recognition beyond that of God and self.  It is a need to be loved by strangers when they find themselves to be "not enough".  I seek no fame or recognition and I'm no one's guru.  I am a man of honest passion with enough wisdom to see the inner workings of me and by extension...of you.  It's not rocket science for me...it's just that simple.

In all my inner travels, I have found that the truth of me is akin to the "wind".  A word, a deed, a momentary presence or touch.  A breeze to calm...to cool.  Maybe just to offer you a chance to see how the trees dance in the breeze.  The way the moon glistens on the horizon on a clear night.  To really feel what's it's like to have someone lose themselves in the real "you".  The simple glories most never take the time to experience.  To show you something that can bring a tear to your eye just once. Just enough to remind you that significance is measured by way more than money, power or fame. That it is measured by character, passion, selflessness, love and a truth that is brutally unforgiving. For me, it has become an invisible, thankless task that has within its purpose an immeasurable value. I would never trade it for anything.

The wind?  It comes and goes as sure as the unpredictable friend.  It comes when it knows it should and stays away for more reasons than even those who clamor for it's return know, leaving some wanting.  Leaving others confused.  This is because the wind is free and most cannot comprehend such a thing because of the way it makes them feel.  It is something they naturally feel should be theirs to own.  They knew the feelings were real.  The experience was pure and as such...uniquely specific to them.  To it's own pain at times, the wind remains and shall ever be...free.  He would see those he touched prosper within a stability he could never offer resulting in a profound sadness and an intense joy.  All the while, watching the inevitability of the first touch and the subsequent "until next time".  This is true for us all.  You want to live forever?  Do for someone else...yeah...

It takes one one significant moment to live forever...I guess I'll be around for quite awhile.

~Moses Apollo