Can You Say Box??

Poncho:

I live in a box. A lovely, unique little box. My box is connected to another box which allows me to pass onward to another box which contains a box that belongs to someone else or another box that leads to other boxes. All in all we are all connected by boxes. When I got out at night I wonder who would like my box. I wonder what their box is like. I wonder what it would be like if I had another box. I figured out that I don’t lust or love, I just find someone who would like to reside in my box for any length of time. I really have never liked anyone else’s box except for mine. What is beyond our boxes?

I hate my box. I hate my box. I hate my box. I hate my box. I hate my box. Did I tell you that I hate my box? Or is it that I hate my box? If you need me I will be in my box. For my box is all that I will ever know.

Wouldn’t it be nice to completely destroy your box. Without your box, what would you have? Well you would definently not have a box. I guess my box is not all that bad, it is the only box that I have. Maybe I could do something that could spice up my box. Hey, how would like to have my box. You could reside there just like me. You and I in our own little box. If you wanted we could even make new boxes. What do you think? We can be in it for the boxes. Lets go on and cheer for it. BOX, BOX, BOX, BOX!!!!

-Evad

PS Replace the word box with life and reread it all again. Smile, your box depends on it.

From one day to the next

Poncho:
Some people always say that there is never a dull moment. I tend to disagree on that matter. Every day just seems to be so repetitive. No matter what you do, you always end up getting in some type of trend. I find that rather boring and unmotivating. Why keep doind the same things day in and day out if you are just going to get up and do the same things tomorrow. I can already see what tomorrow has in store for me, waking up, taking a shower, eating a meal a few times, working on a project or writing a paper, laying around, talking to people, going to classes, making people laugh, and whatever else i do everyday. What happens to all the unexpected things? Sure they might be something that you dont expect but it seeme that it is just something that you were suppose to do and just did not get done. I guess this is why most college students drink till they pass out. They just want to spice up those dull and pointless lives. I know I do must days.

Its all about being the best, doing the most, and making the best grades. Who really cares? It is a shame that they is no way out of these expectations. Sure you can just not do anything but who wants to end up working a dead end job? Who wants to struggle through life? All that I am saying is either way you decide to go, life is going to be nothing but constant deadlines. You will go on dreading one to the next. So sit back do what you have to do and enjoy yourself until you pass out.

-Evad

Bury Me

Poncho:

Good friend of mine, I do nothing but ask you of the times we once shared. I do nothing but ask you of the great deeds we once accomplished. I do nothing but ask you of the wonderful people we once knew. I do nothing but ask you of how great everything once was.

Good friend of mine, I do nothing but tell you of the times we once shared. I do nothing but tell you of the great deeds we once accomplished. I do nothing but tell you of the wonderful people we once knew. I do nothing but tell you of how great everything once was.

Good friend of mine, our times have grown old. Our times have been forgotten. Our lives grow less promising every day. Our friends have left us. Our world has speed past us. Our dreams have vanished. Our times are near an end.

Good friend of mine, nothing is left. We sit back and watch our world die. We can stop it. So, good friend of mine tell me of our lives and the people we will soon leave behind.


-Evad

Simple Conversation

Poncho:

I must ask you how life in a bowl is? You must then ask me how life on a ball is? From there I must ask you how the water is? But you responed with how the air is? I must then ask how it feels to be able to see into a world other than your own? While you respond with how does it feel to be incapable of doing the same? Next I ask how does it feel to be completely alone? You then must ask how it feels to be always surrounded by others? Next I ask are you completely happy without any others? Then you ask, well are you completely happy being around others? I then must ask how great your life is? You respond with how lost your world is? I then must end with how much do you know? You finish with how much do you not know?

-Evad

Frozen In Time

Poncho:

I have seen myself frozen in time more than once. I see myself captured, never to be released. Who is that person? What is with the smile? Was I really as happy as my frozen body portrays? It is odd how we have this ability to freeze a moment in time. Now people can see what they have once experienced. But really, how wonderful is this ability of ours? Does it bring more pain than it does pleasure?

I stare into what I use to be, who I used to know, and how things use to be. I wonder if all of it really happened. Nothing remains the same and I have proof of it. I used to love this ability of ours but now I am not too sure. It is just that it seems like each of these frozen moments in time seem so fake. Sure, there are the exceptions but most give us a sense of happiness. That we have always been happy and at this very moment we would be happy if we looked into it as a frozen moment of time. But what if you are not happy?

Either way, I am still addicted to these frozen moments in time. I want to use them to show my life, I want others to see who they might not have known or who they use to know. Looking back life is great, but going through it always has its ups and downs. Too bad we can't live by looking back on what has already pasted.

-Evad

Does it matter if it is good or not????

Poncho:

It always happens, right before my eyes. I can't stop it. I can't control it. It is just that all of the sudden it has completely changed. Sometimes it is big, sometimes it is small. Sometimes it is for the better and sometimes it is for the worse. Everyday I deal with it, some days are easier than others. Some days I can understand what is going on, while there are others where I have no clue of what just happened. Everything changes. My life goes in one direction to the next. Yesterday it was wonderful, today it was dull, tomorrow it may be exhausting, exhilarating, or depressing.

I don't understand why we must endure the rapid fluxuations of life. All I want is to have a purpose. Why are we here? Why must we die? What should we come to enjoy, except, understand? Basically, all that I am saying is what if nothing is expected out of life? What if it just is, always has been, and always will be? We are merely just products of a history of biological development. Maybe we just are.

All that I know is that some days just seem to put me in a mood that makes me feel like everything that I do in my life is just pointless because there is no point. Just existing is enough. Why do more than that when it does not seem necessary???

Does anyone else find it weird that I write to my fish?

-DJ