hi there
Well, felt like writing a little piece because a good amount of time has gone by now since I have done so. You probably all think I'm out of my mind seeing what I have posted on here and that is understandable. I guess I'm just one twisted fuck but what the hell, it separates me from the rest, can't always hide things. To those who I have not spoken to in a long time which is I believe all of you, I miss you guys.
THE RISING DOWN
It all died today out of the rebirth of despair and remnants of broken men chariot what is left dead inside. Standing there in giddy fashion, like rain drops carrying the vibrations of the laughing of a madman for a time that is out of the realm of something resembling normal. Vibrations of past memories of grief fused with pain and anguish, one begins to get a sense of the irrational deeds that can be shown in places like my fiery iron cast hands. The trees now are blowing again in rhythmic fashion and many leafs as well as branches begin to ground themselves. I myself can feel like that, stationary and undisturbed, while at the same time swirling around in the air somewhere in the middle. A twig perhaps to chew on in hopes of gaining a sense of earth and feel some kind of connection, be it primal or spiritual, any of this would be alright. The winds as of late like to play a little heavy, but that is not a bad thing, it actually feels okay too. A sense of ritual silence in the evening accompanied by the glowing moon, a moon that acts as a scepter in cryptic shades of inner exploration that one almost certainly desires in some form or another. The stars ail, something fearsome is soon to arrive, perhaps a fear feared most of all, from within.
THE RISING DOWN
It all died today out of the rebirth of despair and remnants of broken men chariot what is left dead inside. Standing there in giddy fashion, like rain drops carrying the vibrations of the laughing of a madman for a time that is out of the realm of something resembling normal. Vibrations of past memories of grief fused with pain and anguish, one begins to get a sense of the irrational deeds that can be shown in places like my fiery iron cast hands. The trees now are blowing again in rhythmic fashion and many leafs as well as branches begin to ground themselves. I myself can feel like that, stationary and undisturbed, while at the same time swirling around in the air somewhere in the middle. A twig perhaps to chew on in hopes of gaining a sense of earth and feel some kind of connection, be it primal or spiritual, any of this would be alright. The winds as of late like to play a little heavy, but that is not a bad thing, it actually feels okay too. A sense of ritual silence in the evening accompanied by the glowing moon, a moon that acts as a scepter in cryptic shades of inner exploration that one almost certainly desires in some form or another. The stars ail, something fearsome is soon to arrive, perhaps a fear feared most of all, from within.