There’s something wrong with the default, my generic templates are under assault. my mind is gray – its go nothing to say but in pain, i try regain, the will i had? before i knew you? the nights are yellow and my fingers are blue – my mind is fighting thoughts of you. The streets …
Your thought wonders through the arches and dark sidewalks of my mind, it moves from place to place on these stone cobbled roads under a star lit night sky trying to find what’s right in this life. Lone it is, unattended, as is a bearer of a contagious disease is avoided, watched and isolated …
now i dont care i will not to lift my eyes nor to concentrate only to automatically live. air condition my being – leave me to blissfully forget. leave me with the surrounding echoing whispers of the world – they sooth me. free in my mind, spread open wide, stretch the length – f r …
crazy sometimes seems sane to me. everything is alright but its not. each time seems right but the timing is usually off. my life seems to be at left angles to the universe, a concentrated constant ray of reflection. my mind is there somewhere. At left angles to the universe. My approach, reckoning, the indecision …
i lost someone once before. In typical style it became apparent. I didn’t mean to, i wish i hadn’t. loosing something is like carrying a puzzle across the room and as pieces fall, the puzzle becomes incomplete, missing as they take with them an interpretation of the bigger picture , a key into insight and …
You’re finally alive for the first time it seems, you’ve seen betrayal – you’ve seen broken hearts before, only now you know the meaning. It seems you’re becoming the practical puppet master of your life instead of the puppet in this life. You’re dead to me, my conscious tried to rule you out of my …
Sometimes I wonder why my life revolves around the things I cannot see, only feel. As all else fails around me, its those things in my head that brings me back to this place of comfort, my den, my labyrinth of greatest places. Something is always there and she meets every time with a …
It slowly looks at me, rears its head and I know – its awake,its here with me again, for it wakes when I strir. I don’t try to remember anymore, or to understand this need that I embrace so fully next to my soul, onoly that i must hide it. protect it from my mind …
everybody reminds me of someone else. Defaulted and generic subsets of somebody I’ve always known. Copies and photos and recallections plague the streets.
ive been asked many questions before, most i know not of the awnser but i understand the question, and i wonder why? things in general have a magic way of being. in life ahead, i only wish i see more of things – i hope things become clear, i wish to see answers again perhaps, …