Stream of Consciousness

There amongst the opened doors stood a shadow unlike any other, darkness eludes it, light fears it, yet it stood completely in sight opened mouthed, arms out-stretched ready for a comforting embrace. Human concept is broken, a creation of our own consciousness, born of elegance, tossed into ugliness. Harbinger of sorrows, desires, hands smooth as lovers, smooth of her framings, alone watching with patience of a predator's pounce the sole truth brought down by the wrath of domestic pain. Consciousness eluding our minds. We stare into him like an anomaly of mental constructs. It's eyes, cold, ice cold; her endlessness, her eternity, broken soul. In those open doorways it standing between dark and light, feared and forgotten; neither taken, neither needed, nor wanted.

"..." - Authors Note 22

"Sometimes we just need to hope that the flickering lamp doesn't burn out, lost and alone in the dark" - Authors note 13

Love

Vigorous fury, the Clouds

Converge above,

Singing songs silently;

Laughing at the creatures

Consumed by unjustifiable lust;

Eager destruction of self.

Romantic fallacy,

Her voice unique

Her stature;

His eyes liquid

His hands shiver.

Fear, control, worry

An endless cycle of usage

Mindless, selfless

Lost amongst wills

And wonts, conceptual failures,

Waves or replication

Drifting away along eternity,

Her grip loosens

His memory paranoid.

Only willing once,

Single desire,

Questioning.

Forget.

Above,

Scattered end,

Truthful theatrical finale;

Desirable yet unachievable

Constituted by their amour;

Dispersed illumination, glistening.