bacon for breakfast

March 30th, 2006

it’s just like fumbling over a thin shred of wall wood that you can’t squeeze out off your finger and the more it lingers, the more it hurts. it’s just like the sudden bite of the cold wind that no matter how you cover your face to block out the paling air, the more you feel your skin peeling off in surrender. ethereal change will come, and you want to feel more of the pain as they endlessly whammed on your raised hands. it’s`like you wanted to release those welling tears, but the nostalgic freeze hailed by the raging sun kept it from falling. it’s just like the never-ending stories of heartaches and pains that you wanted to recall, but the more you think of it, the more it mulls over your heart. never loose sight of what will come, pain jitters through your senses but fighting back would be much sweeter. loneliness will feed nothing, only gives you that stupid blank state of mind.

think of the silent air, feel the soft, green patches of grass as you lay down on it, hear the slow swirl of the pale blue sky above your head. you’d know you’re being lifted for a while…that — is the gift of releasing your wills to the unknown gods. you’re you again.