Simplicity

Simplicity.  Word that carries some sort of weight to us. I guess it's something we're all chasing , but are we really?

We spend our counting days in a world constantly bettering itself in an age of "ease of access" making things easier, simpler by complicating them more. We chasing an idea constantly running, step after step the mechanics of life put together tools like mobile communication with this that which complicates our struggle to communicate making us antisocial in simplicity but we can navigate between apps seamlessly.

 Let me sail with your mind's eye to an lush green island off the coast of a mainland not disrupted entirely by humanity. Here we're sitting on the peachy smooth sanded shore with an infinity pool of ocean, as the sun kisses our skin with the warmth of is presence all is calm all is quiet. Beside sits a loved one the perfect soul to accompany yours, forever is too short to get to know a special being as this. As the breath of the ocean whispers a fanning breeze there are no worries on a brow or ailing aches of age.

 Serene Simplicity. Exit reality.

KISS (Keep It Simple Stupid)

we lose ourselves in the made up complexities of life striving to be different but then creating a person that's not true to the spirit of our true personality. We cut our hair weird and we wear T-shirts saying things we don't mean.

I lost myself for a brief moment, that brief moment lasting a little more than half a year leading to early morning bedtimes and me chasing a something I believed i could be apart of.

This world never really let me in but instead allowed me to peek through the window maybe let me visit a time or two, i enjoyed it but but but the was not the Burt i had set out to be.

this was not a world for the linguist in me, well they loved the metal boxes i presented at their gatherings and a made a friend or two, that wouldn't recognize me ten or so breaths later, but for a brief period i thought i would belong here.  

but then the truth began bubbling in the depth of my soul . this place began to have me longing  for the home i knew i had. the feelings i know i felt. but by the time i had realized this damage had been done not entirely irreparable but time had been lost and playing the game catch-up is a hard task to be done.

So on a journey home my mind substance mushed i began to ride a train of thought 

my physical journey had become a mental one and the home started to dawn on me 

who is Burt the question i have longed to find the answer to approached me. I began to look at the basics, and take a look at the gentleman who raised me and the example he had set. nearly the perfect example he had set but the me i had been searching for had closed my eyes and i hadn't been able to see the man the legend of the me i could be right here without having to search.

so now i become to retract myself from the world and focus on who I am a hard journey but i have to drive myself to embark on it...

(Note: These are unedited thoughts written in a hastily manner not paying full respect to the laws of correct punctuation and grammar, these thoughts are too written as processed and feel free to comment on the style and tone of this post)