3/15/2013

What to do with all of this beautiful crackling emptiness? It weighs down with such a momentous threat. How empty this vastness laid before me, like I had any moment at all to spare. As if linear time would allow for such indulgences.
If only I could travel and fill this empty slate of a mind so that it might not want for worry and regret. That it might not continually pace without peace in sight.

Let my self escape to the furthest clutches of the Earth, only to be greeted by an ever-expanding chasm to reach across time itself. Set ablaze by the immense continuity fed into motion by only irony. And even still...instilled with a vague and unpredictable sense of total and absolute chaos.

Here we all are, waiting for that last little push.
Drawing ever deeper within itself, the pressure builds and we gather forming unrecognizable lines and streaks and scribbles along a familiar background. And all of a sudden it all falls into place as if we had been utterly blind prior to this revelation.

Babylon had not seen such wonders.

Rome had not dreamt of such a perpetually unraveling window and veil.

Atlantis had never felt closer.

falling faster

and suddenly I'm falling.
right out from under me the ground has up and disappeared.

this disappearance was reported a long while back,
but each day is as worse as the first.
some impressive ideals once held my heavy feet
yet now they soar freely losing altitude in a hurry.

while smoke drifts away into a night sky barely lit by a crescent moon
a busy mind is assembling the pieces of fractured words.
mending shocked memories
temples abuzz with fragments and the thought of loss

and so I run.
I gain speed. I can't see my feet in front of me.

I'm getting faster.

it's whatever you want. whatever you need.

if I were to separate and divide my being into quadrants.
if I were to sever emotions and glue memories together.
if I could describe again, I would describe the blossoming
of a fourth of life. the coming together a lifetime of extinguished hope.

but it's hope that persisted in this dormant life form.
and springing forth in spring with a beautiful duty.
a hunger to serve another and above all care.

in an instant we've built a home to weather storms of every frequency.
in a blink foundations have been set and settled.

like magnets pulling and pulling and pulling
I find myself being pulled.
and pulling.

and with brilliant light centered on shut eyes
we've been absorbed and enlightened into
what is and what shall be infinity.

broken curses

and all of a sudden it was solved. a problem that persisted with and within this user had simply vanished as if it had never existed. but it had existed, hadn't it?

with an inclination to fathom hardwired into being, it's no wonder that this entity constantly seeks its undoing…lusts for any sliver or scrap of information that holds potential for understanding.

for later

All of the pieces fit together and a world view becomes an unobstructed. As if it were cyclic, no one ever speaks of her again. No one person speaks of the winds who ravished the Indies, or the spirals who leveled the playing field for mother. An organic timeline to promote a humble human being. The dirty skyline closes in on what's left of what some call Man, and all I see is the tail of one lonely comet.

forever

i haven't spoken to you in months. not because i didn't want to, or because you didn't want to. we've just both been so busy that we didn't have much time to catch up and eat a small meal over cracking conversation while we both secretly reminisce about what used to be.

who does have time for that sort of thing?

we should. because i miss you, and i miss the honesty that lays nestled in your eyes.
i miss the complete lack of self confidence you have for yourself and
how i would be there to put it back in and
sew you up when you came undone. what ever happened to us?

what ever happened to you. did we grow up and apart?

i got some service so i called you, because i loved you. you picked up and i had to put you on hold. you hated me for that.

and i broke your heart. and i had no idea.
but you have no idea that you're breaking mine.
how is it, that you can still cause me pain and heartache after all of these years sweetheart?

don't you know that love notes have a recipient field?

listen to these old hymns and understand why i pin metal to my chest. i could never refuse. baby, if you only knew...but i don't think you do.

photographs

isn't it fascinating how you can look at a photograph and fall completely in love with it in a matter of seconds? the subject of the photograph is circumstantial, of course, based on the viewer's taste. but falling deeply in love with a photograph to the point of needing to purchase it, save it, download it, reblog it, etc. is it the subject that we fall in love with, or the idea of manipulating time...if only an instant?