We want to know what
we don’t know, or hadn’t thought of,
or forgot.
What mattered then,
or what mattered when, shifts over time.
We notice.
Perception is what you don’t see.
Deception is what know.
You see it differently through your aloneness.
The truth behind a lie,
you question how and why.
It made sense.
Anticipation keeps us waiting
for only so long. Will it matter
if you felt it never did?
© 2021 j.g. lewis
Slow down: even with the ideas that come to quicky. Take the time to acknowledge the feelings that arrive, as they arrive.
Write it down. How else will you remember what you were thinking?
Print neatly. You hardly understand the thoughts at the time, why make it more difficult to comprehend weeks or years from now?
Follow your own logic; only you need to truly make sense of what is happening, or all that has happened.
Pay attention to the lessons of the past. Be mindful that not all are worth repeating.
Clarity. Make corrections as you go. Flaws become more difficult to correct the longer you live with them.
11/14/2024 j.g.l.
I'm like a pencil;
sometimes sharp,
most days
well-rounded,
other times
dull or
occasionally
broken.
Still I write.
j.g. lewis
is a writer/photographer in Toronto.
Intelligence and intellectuality,
a consciousness of our reality.
Clarity.
Perspicacity, mental reception
or sensory perception, emotions
consequential
to daily expression of thoughts
and being, lay within our mind.
Two percent
of a body’s mass; small in size
and stature, a human brain has
greater efficiency
than we consider thinking about.
Involved in; no, responsible for
everything we do.
Neurons and neurotransmitters
affect fundamental function and
well being
far beyond our mental health.
Grey matter. And matter it does.
How we think,
feel, react or behave, the mystery
or magic of the cerebrum is tested
daily. Now,
then, and again, and again. Always.
Anxiety, depression, joy and pain,
deeper thoughts
hidden inside memory and minutes
contained within the human brain.
Believe.
© 2024 j.g. lewis
I’m like a pencil;
sometimes sharp,
most days
well-rounded,
other times
dull or
occasionally
broken.
Still I write.
j.g. lewis
is a writer/photographer in Toronto.
