Growing further apart like the universe trying to hold on to a spark we embarked on a mission but missed the mark I parked my car in random place and thought about waste running in circles in this human race waiting to be hating time elating space invading space like a rubrix cube shifting shapes the clues only confuse the apes paying dues just to gradually lose faith in the hues that used to brighten our smiles as we walk along the aisles of trash piles now I tend to spend miles of zen walking and talking to floor tiles while your dial is set upon a wild regret my every step has a cause and effect so I dont really sweat the past as I swept the glass shards that shattered but never started as matter I couldve called it a tatter in a torn fabrication of unborn imagination if that made any sense to creation so I remain on the fence resending any invitation that doesnt seem really real just some imitation that I dont really feel is truly true information that I need to take into consideration but alas I am in this situation that overpowers the implication of a definite infinite good duration of time to spend with the constallations so I continue to contemplate the separations
Posted on: Sun, 30 Mar 2014 19:06:05 +0000