Saturday, November 30, 2013
Friday, November 29, 2013
Thursday, November 28, 2013
Cue Sight excerpt
I have spoken words you haven’t thought of yet. I ask to cover your eyes and I make you cover mine. I listen to volumes upon volumes of the endless information you retain and there are moments of progression but then the tune fades and everything falls off. It was your hair I think. It was like you just got out of the shower but you weren’t clean at all. I fooled you...for once. There are only moments when the rain is on its way. I am a song in the night, I am a frightened novel that you carry with you when you want to be seen. You are a land I want to recall from a past life. Ever since I asked you about that town you once lived in you would smile at me like I lived there with you. I could only love you once. I could only love you once...
Sunday, November 24, 2013
Friday, November 22, 2013
Wednesday, November 20, 2013
Tuesday, November 19, 2013
Friday, November 15, 2013
Thursday, November 14, 2013
my moon
I watch the moon float quietly above me. I have a longing yet at the same time I never want to be satisfied, because satisfaction means the end of something, a stagnant energy that I could never bare. I watch the sun sleep with the moon, marvel as they rise together over the ocean...these visions, these are my dreams I keep safe. These are the dreams that cradle my connection to God. As the violet hues grow softer around me I chase a constant wave thrashing into the sand. I graze my hands along the millions of beige lovemakers, I feel them on my fingertips and everything comes alive. I am in a reverie. The moon waves goodbye and I will not fear his absence, for now is all I have and I am here.
Wednesday, November 13, 2013
Sometimes I look at myself in the mirror and feel like I'm looking at a stranger. It's not real, this reflection. I'm not any more real than the next person. We all believe that we are special...maybe we are...all special. But we're not real. We're pretending in a physical form. We dress up like dolls to look like some kind of fictitious part. A part of what? Life?
Saturday, November 9, 2013
Friday, November 8, 2013
Thursday, November 7, 2013
Metanoia excerpt
Since I couldn’t find my way anymore I settled with the feeling of being lost. I could bob my head to a funky electronica beat while inhaling smoke from a hooka like nobody’s business. Try to fuck with me, I alluded with my eyes. My anfractuous path was just beginning. I could feel it pulsating through me. The crowded room of candy kids were my allies, my friends, everything I always knew they could be. So what if I didn’t own a penny to my name. So what if he said he would write but never did. I didn't hold on to expectations. The universe took care of me and I knew it.
Wednesday, November 6, 2013
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