Holes in the sky

Something spectacular happened today on my way to work. I was driving along when something in the sky caught my eye. Holes. That's the simplest way of describing it but there is something more to it. Of course holes in the sky are not something you see everyday yet there they were before my eyes. Black holes...a sort of spiral consuming all color and light around it. Sucking it in like some vortex of sorts. They were laid across the sky in no particular pattern. Some areas more dense then others and some scarce with this scourge. I watched in awe and wonder as the sky was eaten...as it was consumed and taken away to some secluded location where it was disposed of. These holes will soon take the sky for their own and I fear for what follows after...

Crystal Water

Here we are, laying ourselves across the beach, strecting as far as we can. Our hands held tight we stare out at the sparkling water and how it sparkles. We are in awe and are taken back by the brilliant shimmering liquid. As we look into each others eyes we are struck by the same idea. We walk towards the edge of the water and bend ourselves over, cup our hands, and let the water flow into them. We raise the water to our lips and drink and for that split second we were alive. The liquid entered and coated our mouth and throat and it was cold like ice daggers. We repeated this process numerous times and thus we were cleansed of everything. Past was past and we were the future. We were anew.

This City

We look out over the city and we see the lights that comprise it. Like little stars laid out across the ground they form orbs and twirl across the land. A shiny canvas. This night all we see are the street lights and not what lie beneath them. The scrummy streets and garbage littered sidewalks... Tonight, the world seems pure like diamonds and it reflects light across our skin. This city it seems is something I took for granted but I've found new perspective I do believe.

Rooftop

We can lay out and sprawl ourselves across your covers, stealing the occasional kiss. We could lay like this and look up at the ceiling or from the other side, the roof...It's all perception I suppose. We could look onwards and gaze deeply into the white barrier and if we looked hard enough maybe just maybe your rooftop would pull itself back like a can of sardines and we could see what it's been hiding. The stars. We could see so much from where we rest our heads. We could paint a picture with what we saw and take it back and show the world. These pictures would make us millions but we wouldn't need it. We would put it away...Deep in the ground and from that seed a tree would grow and atop that tree we would build a house and in that house we would live. From this treehouse we could see the world and most importantly the stars. They could be our neighbors and if we're lucky they would let us borrow sugar or let us use their pool. We would be happy and the stars would be our new rooftop.

Brand new faces

It was simple. Nothing past complicated though it had a simple complication that was refreshing. Brand new faces. Turning my head to shade my feelings and what I was thinking. Catching the occasional side glance. Eye contact brought brand new faces. Every moment a new face which brought new ideas. Refreshing and sporadic. I was beside myself with excitement by the idea that these faces brought. My face was changing with yours.

I only want to talk to you. You and you alone little space orb...

I want to talk to you. I just want to gaze deep into your eyes and see your soul. See your purpose... see everything. Is that asking too much? I want you to show me the universe. I've watched you from afar for ages and I want to join you out there. Have endless adventures ending in countless sun sets. We could see the world from the front steps of your house. So come back to me. Pick me up from the same old spot and take me with you. We could just drive. Drive on forever. Don't hide behind the moon. Show me your eyes ay?... Don't close them when I need you.

Where's the broom?

When did I make the change? When did I decide that I was going to become this. I loved everything about what I used to be. I was blind but I loved that I didn't know a thing. That I was safe in a cocoon of fake walls. I'm in the final phase. I always fashioned myself to be some sort of pennical of human. That if everyone could reach me on my tower that we would reach a clear consensus. That we were fine now and that we could move on...But that made me what I hated. I told myself that I wasn't one of them but deep down I was. It keeps resonating. The past you know. It always does. A pebble in the water creates a ripple effect that keeps going for years. The future and present is just riding those ripples made by the past. You can't just forget the past. I know that now but what if the past is blinding. It flashes you with its brilliance and you are stunned by it. You are stationary and you can't move on. Your stuck and you don't know what to do. We all wish for it. Simplicity... We all wish that we could just throw our hands up in the air and scream FUCK IT but life isn't a thing like a roller coaster. It's not on a designated path or track that carries you to your destination. Life isn't as people perchieve. It's not as easy as they say. They're...we're all fooling ourselves. But we're only fools if we give up...

And if I lost my hands?

I, like most humans, use my hands for many things in my daily life. I use them to hit the snooze alarm, to pull the covers off of me in the morning, to bath and brush my teeth, to eat my breakfast and to drive myself to my daily tasks. I do things out of the ordinary though. At least they are for me. I use them to dance. I use them to sway with the music and to create patterns of smooth shapes. I write. With my hands of course. My words are my message and my way to reach out to the world. I was never good with social situations so it's easier to write and if someone happens to read it then maybe they'll know me... I wonder sometimes. What would happen if I lost my hands? I would be nothing and I would have nothing. I would have no purpose and I would be a shell walking through and making the movements of living. I would be ordinary... Maybe that would be better.

Metamorphisis though I fear the butterfly

Change. We ask for it we crave it but what of the outcome. What comes after? Is it what we wanted or what we needed. Will we regret pushing for change? I change. I am human. We as humans adapt and evolve to conform to the environment. We are as the animals in nature fighting for survival. We let our primal instincts take over and our humanity is gone. We lose ourselves in our metamorphisis but isn't that the point. You have to be lost to be found.

Shining Bright

The lights were crashing on the floor and causing zig zag cracks to form and eat up all the people. I cleverly danced out of reach of each crack. Jumping from side to side and swinging my head in rhythm with the beat. I was safe even in the face of imminent danger. This was the night to end all nights and I was gonna put everything to rest. Goodbye to all the angels that lured me in and left me crashing on the rocks. This dance like state was shaking off all fear and I felt alive. I was sick of leaving the atmosphere only to parachute down to the Earth. I was ready to leave a perminent indent on the sky. I was going to join the fiery orbs of light and then I would feel warm. I used this girl I met in the back corner to succeed in my attempt. She wore her dark hair down in front of her face and her skin was a pale white. The light danced across her skin and she shined as if crystal shards had been implanted into her skin. She grabbed my hand and dragged me into the danger that I described above. She ran her fingers through my hair and I felt alive. She was there and I was there and everyone was dead but us. She was my new muse. I could see it in her eyes. She made me want to sing and dance and fuck and fight. In that order I believe or all at once but does it matter? All that matters is she helped me forget everything. The past was irrelevant for we were rewriting it as time traveling super heros with a cause. She was forever and I wasn't going to crash as long as she held my hand. I was gonna join the stars. Shining bright.