the pre-13th.
so another one is on the horizon again…how severe to be stuck in this space of confinement yet again…the motion turns it on tomorrow, but my eyes need not see, no ears to hear through static contemplations…the intriguing sustenance gained from positive flow is undeniable, and makes my feelings ring with a passionate pace, though the negative space filters in through like a radioactive drip that keeps lingering inside the instinct…an industrial strength flair for the impassioned plea to exceed…the goals from parents, the thoughts towards a desecrated future, and the delivery of pursuit into an even darker reality…what is this fear that resides in mind of the hatred that succeeds to pull the distracting muscle pushing backwards on the teeter-toter of realized experience and the nature of second-guessing?
….I speak of jealous things that well-up from the heart, eating my time, and staking their claims on my soul…pieces of the real world frozen in the amber of the gravest memory…the stalking tar of time’s race set in movement by the bad dreams of truth-seekers and their fortunes…good futures are the wishes of our forebears, but what are the choices we have at hand…before the thirteenth Friday in this June of two-thousand and eight…
thanks, khet.
Posted by :\_khet on June 12th, 2008 in khet's coroner, p for Periclitate.... You can leave a response or trackback from your own site.