Wednesday, July 26, 2006

the fact that we care so much is precisely why we wish we didn't care at all.
replace pronouns as necessary.

Tuesday, July 18, 2006

they say that absence makes the heart grow fonder. but who does it grow fonder for? the real person, an idea, or a wish? or maybe some sort of combination of all three? and if you make it past the reconnection stage without any more absence, what's left? the real person you wanted, an idea that wasn't true, or a wish ungranted? or maybe a combination of all three? then what? a slow decline into the steel grip of entropy? a constant stroll into the safety of acceptance? a difficult climb to the peaks of security? or some combination of all three? it all depends on your perception. on cause and effect. on what you want to get. on all three.

Monday, July 17, 2006

shhhh.... listen carefully. this is the sound of me having a panic attack. the vibrations of a nervous breakdown. it sounds like a butterfly having a seizure. like a hummingbird in the middle of a heart attack. can you hear my irises shrink. they're actually just pin holes now. advanced pin hole cameras slowly capturing the landscape. my peripheral vision is all but gone. nothing but grey shadows and tunnel walls to the sides. straight ahead is the future. and i can't close my eyes. the voices from far away ask if i'm okay. and i don't know how to answer. instead i ask, "can you hear the flies rubbing their hands together? i think they're planning something sinister."

Monday, July 10, 2006

hold on, let me take out my eyes so i can hear you better. i think they know that i keep them shrink wrapped for longer life. but right now i need to focus on my immediate surroundings. i've got to stay near sighted. i've got to stop asking what? cause every rewind warps the message.
if i can't see the tree, then the forest is moot. besides, you've seen one, you've seen a million. i need less distractions. i need to hear. if a tree falls in the forest, and no one is there, does it make a notebook?
and if i bleed ink, then what do i need c(h)ords for? why am i afraid to speak? there's too much power in vibrations.
now that my sight is framed, i can get the right perspective.
if i can't focus my sight, why should i expect more from my thoughts.