I need you to be the object that I aim to, the entity of being that interprets my anguish and translates my pain – you take my effect and replicate it, enhance it so that I can someday maybe understand it effects – only when its on the canvas can i tell what it is that i paint. so destructive it seems, yet implicitly it defines me so slightly in major ways unbeknown to the world around me. My soul rests in the shade of time and breaths in the scent of possibility and stares into the unknown. Whilest in the midst of things my mind wonders alone down cold corridors and like a possessed man, glazed over, leads me towards things in the wilderness of this world. how can i survive all these wolves, mysterious red-hot glowing eyes in the distance? Why am alone here? Where is the crowd that promises to protect me – those wielding fire and knives here on the shore’s edge as I approach away from the beaches inland. Where is my party? How i wish they existed, just to feel maybe the possibility of not being responsible and directed. Though, this never comes, my reality is always constant – I am here as i always am, here to interpret life as it occurs to me.
stu