Bendable reality Tangos of lovers chains and tongues. The twisted
melodies of leather belts and backs on ebony balconies and broken
bed posts. the flickering of lingering light switches. On. Off.
Echoes of silence surrounded the emptiness of the frozen corridor.
Time collapsed from the nothingness. Listen to the mocking of the
quiet. In the distance. Like sugar in rain. Beckons for an
unwritten life story. I got up. I could feel my body surrendering
over to the silence. The pressure, of the lateral foundations
potential release. A cascade of cube like bricks. Ashes of
concrete fibers. And the haze of dust sprinkled eyes. I walk.
Trying to escape my dream-like state of over thought-out mind. In
my world my dreams collided with my reality. Stricken by the
thought that I could no longer decipher the real from the fiction.
Split between my imagination and my realistic mind. Was I upside-
down-faced -forward. Or right-side-up-faced-backward. deceived by
my very own windows to the soul. The tension built- causing the
grounds to shake. Each and every bone screamed out to break as I
struggle to stay awake. each step I take symbolizing a profound
reason to keep moving onward. The density of the air shuffles as a
smooth vibration slices it's way through the silence. A faint
buzzing radiates through my bones and penetrates farther then my
thoughts. To such a degree that I didn't realize I was hovering.
Floating. In my reality. There was no longer functioning gravity -
only air as dense as Broken hearts. Enough pain to be held in a
billion tissues boxes and pillow cases. Only the strongest survive.
Leaving the weak to play hopscotch along the side lines. And wait
until it was there time to die. That death of a family member
sadness. Or that no more milk disappointment. where everyone has
there own reality. I float beyond the confines of my character.
Into the realm of unconstructed dream space. A box- like fragmented
garden. Displayed with foggy over tones of undirected
sub-conscience. Where I fall asleep, only to awaken screaming in my
all too well known white cell.
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