and so i dissolve...

[moepieplease]

feeling philisophical and mindless and wandering about an empty house your empty hands and tired feet stumble over pacing the clean-sweapt hardwood floor in a bout of rambling thoughts that don't have context or content or meaning to empty through a pencil into even, solid lines of beauty and restlessness take over too far past that line between creativity and idiosyncrasy which far too often interrupts reason and logic and every meaning of the word 'sense' and brings you back to that feeling that something is far beyond the grasp of your empty hand and yet it undeniably takes hold of you and pulls you out of normal being into this collapsing spiral dragging you about sleepily until your body gives way beneath your being and crumpling to the floor you see yourself for once as something other than a person because now, you simply are...

mindless, senseless, wordless, and lastly, dissolutive.