“I’m Not Really That Grumpy”

Time forced me to become a philosopher because I had thought and believed and even hoped I would already be dead by this point.

To read and write words and have them torture my mind—that makes me a grumpy philosopher!

These lies cannot give very much.

Words alone cannot satisfy my thirst for the water of life.

There is something else, and it is here right now.

I am and I am not what I write down on this page. You don’t know me, as I do not even know myself.

The madness of my mind cannot help me.

Mercy.

Spirit.

My mind cannot understand or accept it because it is beyond logic.

You know when you got Sol. Your heart explodes a flower of Amor.

Then I am no longer a grumpy philosopher, but a newborn petal in paradise.