Waiting in the room
In the land where nothing happens, the need for Dream ceases to exist.
Deceiving drugs my body
Finding rest of the rest of the restless.
Less now then before,
Stealing dreams from before,
Copying them
Suburbing bacteria growing fungi in my mind.
Pausing from the panic of no escape
Except through closing eyes looking back
Firsting times seeing you.
Ministering future food comforting huddle
companioning as a school of one
Smashing knuckles against the sharp gritty walls of the tomb as the chisel misses it's mark and slides wide. The weight of the mallet only stops when the knuckles come to a dragging stop on the shattered rocky surface.
My muse of misery that is apart of so much of my waking hour thoughts. She grows stronger as I grow weaker. I'm a slave to the miracles of beauty that she creates.
She is mocking, cold, and terribly cutting. There is no choice of anything better. Addicted to creating at all costs, regardless of the cost.
Although related, I believe that the the muse is not you.
There can be long periods of complete silence from the muse and regardless of how I try to tempt her, I only find that I know nothing about her.
Maybe it's her cruel unpredictable nature that is so appealing. The thrill of the unknown is intoxicating
Thinking back to Green grass silhouette
Panting puppy punished for defiantly chasing squirrels.
Waiting in the shadowed woods on mossy picknick tables.
The stash of empty beer cans is found after retrieving the retriever.
The owners return shirtless, happy, and ready to return to their regular week of poverty and depression.
You on your computer or with your books sitting next to me and you couldn't be any further away.
I'm curious about what draws people to each other. I would like to think that written in the empty space in our universe and the emptiness between the atoms in our cells, is what binds us together. If we all leave this world alone and return to the space that we originally started from, then what is that space that we occupy with other people? Is it anything other than a random chance collision between two miniscule objects in a fraction of time. The continual progression and improvement between anything is spectacularly amazing. The fact that these relationships continue and progress instead of dissolving into nothing is beyond what I could believe from natural observations. It makes much more confident that there is something greater than what we can conceive that is driving us forward to something greater than the tiny atoms that make up our existence.
