Scribblings of the Opiated Sherpa

A voice, A look, A connection, All of the above, None of the above, What is it? I can't say I can't say much, About what it feels like, Feels like to love. Sad and depressed, Depressed and lonely. I can't say, I can't say I haven't tried. I can't say I don't want one. I want, I need, Someone, Someone who wants me. Morning, Morning finds me lonely. Lonely, I'm in a low, In a low, So low, But a familiar low.

How have I been? Am I your friend? I want to be the friend you can look, look to for an ear, an ear to listen. As a friend, I could be there, be there when you're hurt, when you're excited, when you need to yell at someone. As a friend I wouldn't mind. I'm the one, the one you could blame, the one you could punch, and hurt, only if it makes you feel better. I love to talk, I love to listen, I could argue, I want your opinions, I want to hear your dreams, I want to know what makes you tick. In return just ask, Just ask anything, What I like, What I want in life, What do I think of you, And I'll tell you what I want to say. But it might not be, It won't always be what you want to hear, but, aren't I entitled to that, to that much. I have an open mind, And I hope you do as well. Isn't that what friendship is, To be there, Be there for each other, For one another, Through the tough and the slack, Trust, Trust me, Trust each other.

My advice to someone who is lost, away from the hard and rough trail, the trail called life. Life is a path, covered in bright lights, mystic darkness, and the deep labyrinths of love. Your heart, it wants to go there but you're mind wants, wants to go elsewhere. Each path will be tough, but one path, the right path, will have the correct answer. I'm not you're heart, nor your mind, but the lighted path, the lighted path of life, will come very soon. The woods look tough, but you'll more than likely, be there again. Take it on the chin, remember where, where you've been, and follow what you believe is right.

I've been stranded here in the present time, alone, ...still alone. Many, many times, boats pass by. Small boats, large boats, skinny boats fat boats. All kinds of different old boats. How can I be so superficial about what kind of boat I'm on. Catching my trout, I realize why I'm this way. My boat will not only rescue me, maybe it'll hire me as a full time member of it's crew. Then I will sail and life will sail and life will take its course to new places that we've never been. People we've never met, things w'haven't seen. Then in our old age, we'd sail our last trip, only to go down together. To slip into the cold nothingness. The cold water will never kill the love untold. Alas, I still sit here waiting, waiting for my ship to come in. Still here, sitting, trying to think of something else. Loneliness sets in and maybe it'll turn into madness. Coconuts and sharp rocks by my side, but I still wait for someone to try to cut th...

Today, I look at this strange box full of wires and switches, could it be? Is there love? The wires hum when I turn this box on. Beep says the box when it wakes from another sleep. Another day, more hours wasted, alone. Places to go, people to see, mail to write. I do what I can, keeping myself from boredom. The phone rings, wrong number. I gave them some of my mind. Calm down. Don't go nuts. Something will happen, soon I hope. Soon. I can't sit still. I call my friend. I ask what he is doing. All he can say is a big fat nothing. My spirits start to drag as I need a pop. I get in the car and try the Pop Shoppe. "Pepsi!" I yell and like usual a tall one for me. As I drive back, the snow falls. It becomes night soon and the strange box know only the best can happen. As it snows during the late hours of the evening, I find the strange box and it leads me to find something. Something new and intriguingly sweet. Somewhere, someone is innocently sitting do...

If you could see into my eyes, what do you want to see? How do you want it to be? Do you want it to last forever? Or do you want it to be short and sweet? For my days are limited in time and I want to know what you want myself to try. I can fulfill your desires over many miles. Roads and wires, words and infinite other styles can only help myself help you. Can you see what you mean to me? I want you to be safe and secure, and able to speak freely. I don't want to be the bad guy, mainly I want to see you happy and I want to be there to enjoy it with you. Don't think you owe me, your beauty is enough for this guy. Maybe I'm not so very tough, but I would try anything for you. Be there for me and always show me how much I care.

Is there a place for myself in world of ours? Is there a place for a person of loneliness in a world full of lovers? I want someone to help me find others who look at me as a person who can love and listen to them. I am the man for someone who is looking for someone like me. I wish I could find her soon. Some nights I lay awake and wonder who would come to my rescue, who would help me find my way out of the tunnel of despair. "I see someone in the distant dawn!" I cry. Is that her? Have my wishes come true? "Fly, my message, catch her before she gets away." The long journey has begun. Let's hope my message arrives safely. She's the on. I just know it. Will she ever see the importance of my message? Wait, she turns around, she sees the message. She now learns the secret of my deepest depths of my love and passion. A new figure arrives and holds her tight. Where is the message? Did she throw it away? Could she have? I did see her hands, as they gracefully flow...

Have you Have you ever seen What this friend, friendship Is? It is just piles and piles Of wires, plastic And glass. Who are you? Who an I? I could tell you and you the same. Would that change What we have or The wires and plastic And glass. Your words and thoughts, They grace my screen. I may think Too much of the Situation.