Musings

The days are just a blur, the smiling faces, the distant laughter, the wind whipping through with leaves chasing each wave. Robotic movements dictate the rise and fall of dusk and dawn. Hello. Goodbye. I love you. I hate you. I stand screaming, "WAIT FOR ME!!!!" It's all in vain. Alone I stand, in the pouring rain.




Hoping that one day the cold, untouchable demeanor will cease to exist. Humanity is an amazing, beautiful morphism that continually changes.



You say to me, "Forever." I look away and sigh, "Forever is just a dream, a fantasy. Unattainable, unimaginable.... A glimpse into the vision of God."


My haunted soul. Longing to escape this world. Slipping through the strings.... the strings so carefully tied to the wispy ends. The restraints are buckling to each pull, each fragmented movement. The misery escapes with every breath, with every sway. In time I'll be empty, lost, a mere shell of discontentment. Obsession. Rage.


Living a sub realm perverse life, promoted you to the czar of judgements. Lest you offer a hand, a consolatory word. Supremacy seeping, oozing from every poor. Neglecting the guidance whispered through the tear streaked shadows. Standing, the rays filtering through a spectrum, barely visible, overcasting... Never eliminating your menacing look of disgust.

Inspiring moments shape our impending destiny. Motivated by love and acceptance of others, we spring forward, often disregarding the caution signs along our journey...for it is with a strong will that we will succeed... Each day is molded through a reflection of our SELF


Restraining. Emotion. Cascading. Enticement. Consuming. Darkness. Liberating. Success.
Tightly secured in the warmth of your embrace
Curving the waves of despair
Securing existence in theory
Diminishing persistent doubt
Loving. Unconditional.

Lines are meant to be crossed, and to open dialogue.

For those actively in the scene, reality is the construct of their own perception. The audience however, has an insight beyond the curtain fall.

Your opinion of me matters very little compared to my opinion of myself.