Ivory

Sincere mystery cannot be denied.
All attempts fashioned produce a shaky infrastructure;
the desire -

An artist, without the realization of it.

My northern most tower collapses, taking the tower which lays deeper south into its possession of debris

Your engineering works.

I am no such thing.

The boy

All we can do is dabble.
What is ours to be had?


I'm really enjoying Cormac McCarthy's The Road, especially with the added pressure of completing the book before the film release.

Thank you Cormac McCarthy for sharing this treasure of your mind.

Drunken revolution

When will we stop assuming that we have time?

Quiet car rides

I was told that nothing here would be the same as I had grown accustomed to.
I was told by the pensive intuition I so regularly ignore with eagerness.
I smelled denial and with all the potential my heart had to offer, accepted it.

You Never Came

Painovoimaa, Valoa

The late evening of a new time has been beckoning me out for a tobacco fix.
It feels nice.
The cold, the nostalgia of the cold, and the promise of a new cold in a new place.
I look forward to these meetings with myself and optimistic futures.
I feel warmth in the safe smiles of relishing in the far away and adolescent pasts.

Nunca el mismo

Hello from the thousandth corner in the depths of nowhere we belong.

I'm too late.
Time ran away from me and left evidence of waste behind.
I ran, and I struggled to make it, but time didn't wait for me.
It never does.
This constant wants me to take a hint.
Or, two.
Perhaps keep racing against it for all laughable purposes.
I won't.
Next time, time will race on alone.

Moniter

To take this space elsewhere...
The waves of color that envelop dismay into a fresh wash, leaving only the faintist strain of pragmatism behind.
Those frightful edges that act as gritty far off corners and alleyways to keep that fresh wash in the foreground as a self prophesied predicament, making it seemingly detrimental for the dishearting semblance to reappear, as if on cue in a prevalent messy pattern.
The softness that is there to service the repercussions of the drear and distress, yet that still implicates a reminder that those dark dissatisfying attachments are indeed real, have served and will remind that they will serve once again.
And the enclosing geometry that condones the laws of external and internal motion to continue, to be superior and demand attention and satisfaction; to require that all adhere.

Residing here, never on leave, never to be mistrusted to not appear.
Yet, always here.
Always.
Not moving, unable to be lifted, to be examined upon from the bottom, from the sides, in x-ray form.
Clearly known to reside; to exist.
All that is expected is the residency of this space.
Sitting residency.

Don't Save Me

One is aware when change is venturing nearer and nearer. Everything that started to matter, and those other things that were beginning to matter are slipping further away.

Vision remains straight, if not more precise than before, when one is marching through that tunnel that leads back into the past.