Breathing the air that began as nothing. Beyond my dreams I can still the sound of the skies falling. The shots to my failure and the failure to my shots, you were always there. And the crow sings to me every night as I lay here wondering where time goes when it’s not with us. Somehow left alone in this realm, waiting for you to reappear; but you never come…
Whispers can never be silenced enough to kill the vibrant looks that overflow my mind. One face, white and sublime yet so distant.
Once more my quest for the one I once knew out of the living’s realm is promoted by the energy that lies hidden. Awake yet away, somewhere unknown, my nether world. Who would know where I roam whenever I seem vacant. But nothing is as what it seems and nothing seems to be anything…. Never am surprised by those blackened wings who bring me far away, through decay, through renewal of flesh…through death and life. So much to see, so much to find through closed eyes. The voices will not fade as I will descend, ascend, reprimand the lies that had been engaged in my mind ever since I was but a child. But you are there, waiting, observing, inquiring. All in one synapse, synopsis, bring me to my knees. Powerless against the fey yet the night always brings so much more…..
One step forward, 3 steps back and another leap into your realm. There is no key to finding what is hiding from our oblivious eyes. Innocence is but a shutter coming from nowhere. Innocence, the nourishment of oh so many times. You knew what awaited me but left me unaware, as a child that finds a new and mysterious place, that ventures too deep and suffers of it’s actions. I’ve ventured too deep in the things no one wants to know. I bear the marks that no one understands…perhaps that no one sees. Matter and time make nothing for me but another fringe on which to hold on to. This camera obscura will not print life onto my mind, yet light and shade make such a beautiful and faint memory…
Nothing grows when everything is still, and if everything is still it means I’m far beyond the world they call real. How to know where to head, how to know where to go, what to be. All these questions, confused and blurred as I kill time and time kills me. Paradoxical life, if a life at all. And you merely stand there, watching. If I am the crow that must fly above a desolated land, and watch the light scatter and kill, observe this world so many live in, then I will prevail…If I must be the crow that brings , not salvation, but revelation, then so be it. May my wings spread apart in one attempt to reach the nether worlds in which you once lived….
Hmm, much like your last entry I read, this one is a very good read and has a very poetic air about it.
I fear that I need to know your mind better to truly appreciate these, your excellent writings. I suppose there is time for that, however.
Once again, living up to the high standards your writing has set for itself,
…Nights
writing comes not without knowledge…
i find your writings to be very intreguing…
i admire them.
there are many brilliant minds on this site…
please keep up the standard.
-unkeptsecret
standard is such a downthrowing word….
my appologies….i had no intentions to offend.
no, not at all
however i was just wondering exactly what you meant
Well, when I said it I was referring to how all of what you post here is quite good. I am now used to your writing being of that caliber, hence “high standard.”
I assume that unkeptsecret was making a similar remark.
…Nights
ah, i see your points now
danke schön