Static, white noise, dust, and webs.
This fog is strange and time is shuffling drunkenly down a steep hill, it falls from time to time rolling a bit before stopping to pick itself back up to continue the staggering shuffle onward.
My thoughts are still more fluid than normal. Like a freshly de-fragged computer. The biggest negative seems to be the extreme exhaustion.
I need rest.
I must recharge.
You cannot hope to resurface so quickly from the depths of your own mind
Tell me a story oh Weaver of dreams. Landscaper of nightmares.
architect of illusion.
bring me visions of things that are, things that could be, and of things that never were.
Terrify me, astound me, let my jaw hang loose.
My eyes are scared to close, for missing any moment of this would be unthinkable.
As night passes into the light of day so shall these visions. No matter the beauty, These too shall be forgotten.
Soft as the wind,
The lights blow through empty space.
Swirling towards the shore of weighty whites, and wholesome might.
Bellowing with the beast a voice drifts along.
"I take a price, for thrice the evening has bested a good soul. But free is my endless flight."
Quiet is the following and trailing behind is another we can not see. For when sense is good and proper, no mind can find peace.
A place of pieces fit into beauty. May the wind find rest on yet another shore and drift not into silence but into the heart of the earth to turn and sit and morph into more or less the perfect thing.
What a time to wake again,
taking with me my old friend.
What is real, I have to think. Stop, no, yes.
I am here, this is real.
Words slink through my head. Melting slowly into the folds of my mind, cold like the dripping Popsicles of summers gone.
Vision is bent and bright and new, flickering images focus into reality and I blink faster as if I can tune into reality.
Hopeless begins to take its grip and my vision again begins to vibrate, thoughts come and go like waves, my eyes loll around attempting to stay centered.
For but a moment fear grips my chest, hot with panic I scream internally as reality suddenly cracks and a splinters, and begins the fall.
Pulled down fast, impossibly fast. Like gravity, no, faster. Like a force stronger than anything I dare imagine. Bent and twisted, laws of nature no longer exist and I feel my body stretched out longer and longer. I am a thin rope of matter flying through a dark void into an even darker rumbling pit of energy, hungry, mindless, energy.
I decide to let go, what is the worst that could...
SNAP
I sit, still, quiet, unblinking. The light of the room fades to normal as if recovering from a sudden flash of a camera. Normality seems to have arrived in the flick of a thought.
Testing the waters I blink again and return my focus to the seemingly restored world around me. Nobody seems to have noticed my lapse of sanity, my shuffling of reality...
Back to work I suppose.
Let it become, like the rain.
Let it fall, and flow again.
Like a glass marble, the mind reflects the world around it.
Cutting ribbons of thought, from spools of knowledge.
Colors reflected from world's around .
Collectively it is now...
Unorganized and unwound, frayed at the edges and tossed to the side.
This is a new age of thought, a dawn of reflection turned inward.
The future is revealed within.
Dare to challenge, to change, to feel.
To take apart and reject what is real.
For what is lost is always found, when mirrors are but turned around.
In a dark room, drifting off into places unseen. With tools of life in hand I begin to work, fingers led across blank pages by forces unseen. Feverishly scratching away, a dark mass is forming just beyond my line of sight. Pushing forward till I am told without words to stop. I reveal the unseen with a burst of light, and before my eyes stands the formless, night loving, figure.
