It has been quite awhile since I've written anything here. Ever since Navin Johnson slipped away from this mortal coil, I felt I couldn't write. Anything. My fingers forced themselves back as if to tell me that this keyboard is not a way to reach him.
So I've found another way. Another way to find him. It's a device. I am unsure of exactly what it's really made for, or why it was made at all... but
It scares me. When used, it feels like you are having withdrawals from some sort of medication that affects the brain. When it's taken away, it has nothing to feed on. I've heard this as referred to 'brain zaps' or 'brain freeze'
Imagine, if you will, a sudden jolt inside your brain. It doesn't hurt, it's more like hitting your funny bone, except it's in your head. A thundercrack. Lightning. Then darkness. You can't taste anything except alkaline. The smell is horrible, but tolerable because you realize what you've just been through. What it means. To reach out to what has been the unreachable.
To grasp what was once not there. Now it's all around you.
Japanese? Who knows. Wouldn't put it past them, but it's highly doubtful.
Heath Ledger passed away.
It can't be Japanese. Updates to follow. Promises.
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
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Monday, September 3, 2007
R.I.P Navin R. Johnson
I'd like to read an excerpt from one of my favorite poems if I may. I feel it to be both poignant and apropos at the same time. It's all too often beauty is taken away from us. It is thrust upon us at such a young age, and then ripped away from us. We suckle but only an instant on the teat of beauty, on the teat of innocence, on the teat of everything that this World was created to be.
Then, that milk is syphoned off from our hungry mouths. We starve. We starve on the ugliness, the bleakness, the hopelesness of it all. We once were babes. Once were children. Once were beautiful. Now what remains is nothing of what was. The future is a needle, it's eye the past. You can look through it, look back upon it... but you may not go through it. You may not go back. All that you have is the prick of the future, and it bleeds you dry.
Now, on with the poem.
Nothing Gold Can Stay
Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
Rest in peace Navin. You will be missed. You will be loved. You will be in my heart. Always.
