The Dark
Darkness has a weight to it. It envelopes everything like a heavy wool coat hanging off an old woman’s frail anorexic shoulders. She gropes her way in it, trying to find the sleeves so that she can at least have some pretense of stability. The coat smells of washed out smoke from its previous owners and their lives. There are blood stains barely visible on the silk inling that she does not pick up with her dimmed eyesight. She picks at the food stains that litter the coat in precarious spots in-between tugs at the hems and an attempt here or there to zip the monstrosity up. The cold seeps in and all she can do is give in to it. No time to…
Throwaway 1-2
If only you knew what color the sky is in my world. It is always the same wherever I go, same stories different faces. Crouched deep with my own mind. Always too busy reflecting or daydreaming to take in the humanity around me. So bored of this muted world, but wanting to experiences so much more of it. MY heartbeat is in-tune with the beat of life’s drum, The beating of our hearts is the blood flowing withing the world’s veins and the fire that lights my eyes feeds off it. Passion like a shot of adrenaline making my hands shake in anticipation of the unknown, the conquest over fear and convention. When the cage of obligation nearly closed its..
Compelled to wander the inner mind, explore where no other creature can reach. Caress and violate the most intimate parts of the psyche. Cosmogasm, the first leg of the journey, is defined by the initial euphoria of progress. Entry is always hectic and the passenger always half-afraid, body language laced with panic, eyes filled with unfulfilled expectations. The chaos of daily thought patterns passes through our traveler like waves racing towards a faraway shore.
