After all that is dissipates
we hope that which is left is calm.
Perhaps the peace we seek is a
stage in itself, not the final place
of rest beneath it all. Perhaps
in this world built on fantasies
taken at face value and lives
based on arbitrary assumption
or lies - the imaginary foundations
are all we really stand on.
We fear the confrontation
with the absolute truth. But
maybe we fear what we already
know - there is nothing there at all.
I remember days when love was
simple, but images too complex,
ideal for me to desire.
The days were long and weeks
eternity - and even then, a year
was longer than a promise could
What was this love I wanted?
Did I doubt? or simply desire
perfection? We made, bought, and stole
time. Hoping to trick or
outrun our attention spans.
Nothing is carefree.
delusions of self-sufficiency.
affirmations of existence.
crises of independent thought.
I am free to live and relive my mind.
to excavate and explore new
frontiers of the human condition
to find: I need you.
I tumble, but every hill has
a plateau. for better or worse.
maybe if I turn it off, it won't
hurt. But if it hurts, I forget.
I cry to scream. I scream to
numb my senses. To block out
the world and enter into aural
nothingness. my sound's existential.
I run at the last moment.
when I know it makes a
difference in the world. when it
drags someone else down.
It isn't real unless someone
But it's not like anyone
believes in love anymore.
We'd rather regret emotion than
Broken beauty. Oxymoron.
of my Id. Is a larger whole
more valuable than a smaller more?
If it can't be shared, how will its
existence be validated? How
many voices ratify abstraction into
substance? Is it achieved or effortless?
Who determines the glamour of subtlety?
If I am what you see - can I determine
how you see - me when you glance
my way and enter into a power
play we can't understand or
control. we're oblivious until we
realize we can win. so we fight
to never play again. we're so
sure that our insecurities can
only withstand (up to a limit)
if we come out on top, barely
grasping the upper hand.