part I
"I'd say." I said, and broke off a tid bit of bread for a long stroll. The mourning one goes through 'pon finding such news is tragic, albeit necessary, and considering the circumstance I cooperated fully with understanding and reaction. The sun lit up a somewhat ceased-to-be landscape and projected inlays of color onto the foreheads of passersby, something out of a Picasso rendering of real life, surely; their necks for heads and hearts for throats, breathing heavy metaphors 'bout heaven 'n love that'd convince the light out of a star and I guess for them, it seemed like the right thing to do. And so they kept on their way and I mine... I've never been one to convince my thought of anything 'cept what it conjured up to replace the existing, and I can't understand going on much else, but with all the praying and the hoping, silly moving pictures 'bout the possibilities, for some miracle to sweep you off of yr feet!-- the rest of earth has found another approach to the every day. My surroundings now become more loud and frantic as I enter a circus of hurrying, crazed fiberglass captains screaming at the top of their lungs how they'd rather be where they're going instead of where they are. It doesn't settle well and I move quickly into an alleyway, where I'm encased in concrete, my claustrophobia finding a voice, urging my legs to speed up or prepare for an onslaught of sweating and paranoia. I had an attack some time ago where I was somewhere along the banks of make believe and I ended my stay drenched as if I'd been caught in a storm and woke up within the eye, everything calm and I, formulating a slew of predictions and wonder, soggy with it's anger. After that day, I spent a night under an evergreen deep beneath society and cried myself asleep an unimaginable amount of times during such a small piece, encompassing the next week of my existence in a fog of pitiful anxiety, finding solace in distance and contemplation. Coming out of the alleyway was making me nervous and I could easily see the mass of hysteria these folks live their lives in at the gut of it's opening; I pondered how easy for I to escape this level of population and find some time atop