My dear you look like a carrot, dipped by your toes in the sun. Fashioned by the world, and wearing your sunglasses.Your sun-tanned skin is orange, your hair is done. You are quite finished. What a night ahead? But are you strong? Noble? Persistent and tough? Have you the character to persevere? Can you be …
Be aware, feel present and hear your focus, the rhythm of your effort, the flow of your true character. Control your strain. Know your balance. Maintain your peace.
She had bullet eyes, that pierced through into my eyes; penetrated my soul ; and ricocheted off the inner most walls of my mind. Fragments shatter through me. I’m dead and alive yet nothing frightens me. A dangerous gaze to be sure. It hurts something fierce, this insight into mine.
I focus on the lint lines on your black coat. Black boots. Black mascara. Black, black black … It’s all gone. You’ve lost your shine, you’re always tired. Your routine is your new mould, has it been my fault that you’re repeating like this? the candle light flickers as it fights to stay alight. Empty …
Do we die because we need to stop living? What need be there for the non-living? Like newspapers now read and used, what is our future now? Where shall we fall?
The shades and hues of happiness are few. Greater is the palette of sadness. An artist. Man; paints his life as he stands and watches the ocean before him; a picture painted. Many happinesses he has had. Only a broad faded stroke it makes; Familiarity fades with time; Greater is the palette of sadness. With …
I think of her. That is all. I resist, yet…; For ’tis a dangerous state. to have a gap like this. Empty. Yet Willing. A seemingly missing part. It is to remain unfulfilled. Unrequited. Still; A beautiful desire.
I have a pain in my side,a roman spear or spider’s bite. A damage, a carnage, an infected site. A tender wound in this silent night;
When the light goes out, and it will or has ,there will be no heaven or hell. Just a dark nothingness for me. I will be gone. But don’t give up. I didn’t. I went fighting and shouting, angry and determined with fiery will and desire, love and trust. It is what it is. But …
Elbows on glass tables, faces in hands, shoulders heavy. Everything reminds me. Where to go to now?