reading

Confusion wraps around me tightly like a spiraling green vine holds onto an unsuspecting wall.She holds me tightly and whispers in a language I do not understand, thoughts emerge that makes no sense to me, but harassingly try to –  I hear my mind inside, pause to think, however progress seems to elude us both …

Eyesight

Eyesight is brilliant. The ability to interpret life in it’s physical soroundings is surely a miracle for the mind, a playground for the senses. Sometimes I wonder what life really is, if we had no perception of visual interpretation? How would we percieve touching something without sight ? Would patterns exist without sight? Would organisation …

Stains

Blueprints stain my mind, designs of you – the unfinished thought, overlay my soul. I’m designing you, trying to. Stains mess up my thoughts of you. Stains from these thoughts I design. Drafted lies become real in these plans of you. Things you said, lies to keep me from things you knew. I know now. …