theSunday-philosophy

today was spent in thought and i'll never erase those thoughts from my mind i had a moment where everything made sense where everything fell into place and i knew exactly what words had to come out of my mouth. you took your foot off my chest and i let myself stand up for the first time in a while. i had to hold myself up as the heavy sounds escaped me, toppling uncensored from me, pouring down my chest onto the floor, spilling into a puddle at your feet. the weight of the truth forced you to cast your eyes downward and it drew your hand to reach out and we clung together, grasping at each others' shirt sleeves sharing the wetn

Functional thoughts without functional logic My brain waves collide. Under years of dust they collapse on collected pages of how many days does this week have left, again? of, I thought you might say that. of right foot, left foot, right. I scare myself when I think of   the volumes of moments that have glided along like ghosts before they even passed. anticipating anonymity. i hate to know that they clawed out an existence so they might be noticed. but it's every human's mechanical flaw, "i'm sorry. i never saw." i can't let myself know that i doubt i'll ever wake up for real.

A world forgotten in Sleep Cars Transcending silence Like a phantom echo as a dog barks Quiet thunder And the sky, a perpetual cloud A soft blue cheek against the sharp Splintered edges of trees As the wind eats me whole The house groans in distress My fingers ache with cold The whole world is asleep now Trapped in a soft gray cornea It slumbers in time To the lullaby of squealing scrap metal And a dozing wind chime

The florescence bore through him and turned his skin ghost, light left the lamp looking and found a host. Now invisible and free he wanders yesterday's forbidden street. With each step his disheveled heart begins again to beat, with his regained rhythm his feet find the pace, moving through the city his rediscovered heart starts to race. He suddenly stops running and looks at his surroundings, he stops and listens closely and all that was heard was poundings. In his heart and with his eyes, nothing he sees is a surprise. emotions hang about in the likeness of an aura, emoticons on screens all among the flora. He is omniscient, he

He lumbers down the condemned and winding staircase, as lumbering is the only way of walking his disproportionate body will allow as he stands at over 12 feet tall. He resembles a burn victim's rotting corpse. His skin has two qualities; one where his skin looks as fragile as burnt and blackened paper waiting to flake and float away, and that of mud whose viscosity leaves much to be desired. Each is viewed like iridescence, there one moment and gone the next. His flesh resembles nothing more than a composition of ash, pus and infection; it can hardly be called skin at all. Like a viperfish, he has long thin teeth that protrude from his mouth;