muffled silence.Quiet stories, tell me everything,but hides everything.i see what blinds, and ignore all signs,i seek refuge in the coming noise,i seek me in the coming filth,but the deafening silence kills my angst soul.my ears are numb and desperate,wanting, needing,"come out" they scream,"come forth" they beg.Quiet stories, tell me something,but hides everything.changing what i seek, transforming what i desire,losing all comfort, all trained sanity,wanting becomes tolerable,but for nothing, is what i fear.Quiet stories tell nothing,but hides everything.nothingness becomes me, and silence becomes my sorrow.
Still.It isn't cowering, merely a pause,a strange desire that comes with strength,i need no lie or even truth, just a moment,a space in continuous time to stop, to understand, to see,indefinite me in a world of definite thems, i choose,a choice that i could not make, but will accept,inside the beautiful non-existence of stops i accept,a breath never taken, a heart never loved,i accept, but desire,a pause, a break, a stop, a moment,instinctively, my feet hold still, my ears deaf,a forced want turns me hard,i will, i must,a last laugh escapes my lips,i'm not cowering, merely pausing.
shepard?screaming quietly, i watch the world pass,moving at its chosen pace, nobody can follow.i laugh, but to myself, amazed at how i can do nothing,i have fallen back, with my head to my feet, i have.a stampede, migrating to a world of impossible ideals and hopes,a fantasy lies hidden beneath the calm sorrow of humanity.thought is past, just a mindless herding of drones, not unlike cows,a graceful surrender of choice, of significance, just acceptance and bond.i watch, i understand, but cannot believe,will not accept, and will not bond. for one heartbeat, i am me.breath is proof of life, but a prelude to death,i await an ending that must overpower the present.i await the paradise, beyond the journey.
It takes two.Her eyes would hold you in their gaze as she listened to you speak. They are round, and big. They would look almost hazel in some lights, but warmly black in most. Her eyes are windows to a world I find myself never wanting to leave. Long wavy brown hair would fall on her face, forming curtains to her eyes, hiding her secrets. But her eyes are not her only beauty; her thick, pink lips would transport you to a sensation of utter lust. When she spoke, her lips would wrap themselves around words, the way I imagine they would on my lips, as we kiss. Her small and round nose balanced her strong features. It softens her intense beauty, giving her room for vulnerability. She is the essence of a woman. Her body speaks languages you wished you knew. It stood strong yet effeminately soft to the touch. Curves that only appear in fantasies, she flaunts her body with not a sense of guilt. She is undeniably beautiful and everything about her was uniquely perfect. She is everything I want in life. He