A playlist so weary and dull it drives you slowly mad. A process bringing tears and endless weariness. Just endless bad covers of good songs and the promise of it never improving. Thankyou commercial music and those striving for mediocrity.
Let the bat's fly home before the city is bathed in dawn. Majestic domes atop century old buildings silhouetted as the peaks of the cities towers feel the lick of emerging golden rays.
All perceptions in life are true, as the world we experience is reality. Happiness and sadness always have each other's backs as major and minor melodies harmonise when an evoked smile cracks.
Love lies bleeding as the universe needs feeding. As breast and blackhole dance balancing creation and destruction the cosmic microwave background sings Enya.
Amid a panoply of cornucopias and vestiges of knownKnowns the perturbed princess rolled a scant eye across a gown sheHad grown fromThe kingdoms preponderance of flies.NotOneToLaugh unnecessarily orChuckle haughtily midChomp of pie,sheLooked around balefully andLetOutA little sigh
Hummed or dictated, sometimes abbreviated. Shadowy shells of thoughts that emanate giving shape to dreams, fears and hopes.
A quandary, a paradox. A hole in a posed theory like an old pair of socks.
The dense fog brought on a deep contemplation. Like staring into through bathroom mirror and into your own soul. He hadn't been expecting it and he felt the lid removed from his skull and something taken out.
That spring morning kinda feeling. Where you have decided to take the morning of school and are enjoying a cigarette in the cool spring sunshine down at the creek.
The ever ebbing and flowing wake of the world's thoughts numbs my skin with a teasing caress. The wounds from gnawing and biting at a greater consciousness allowed to breathe and heal for a few moments.