cjf1985
07-10-2008, 10:12 PM
Screaming liquid thoughts move through lucid mindsets at speeds greater than illusion. Twice I thought of your tender touch and threw myself down into that damned ditch. Every time I try to reconcile my mind it turns on me and attacks. Once it hit me in the stomach and then again in the heart. As I threw down my assumptions I found that your face was still burning under the water. Tragedy and pain were to follow for many days and only once did they stop for tea. Every so often the king comes off his opium trip to tell me he loves me. The queen is having an affair with the steward of the night, the king knows nothing. I sit idly by and watch as all of these things unfold in my presence and for the strangest reason I can’t explain it. Running wild the minds of flies pierce the effervescent pool. Toss off and pull out but don’t you dare touch it afterwards. Finding time in the smallest of spaces is the most precious thing one person can do. Yet it doesn’t seem to matter, all that floats will eventually come down and all that is grounded will only be crushed further. Recycled horrors have only given you time to make excuses, now is the time to act. One mans poison is another’s meat. To be worshiped and flogged in the same day is to truly be alive. If death is not the end, then when was the beginning?