(no subject)
Another day begins. Cracked my eye-lids a moment too soon again. Just let me go back, to hold the last ounce of ultraviolet. Behind my eyes. Behind my eyes there was a realization of paradise. Not a vice in sight to compress the sky-line ahead. Existence became wonderous without wires holding me under this incidence of resonance between ghost and vehicle. A little life is a bit too much. A bright light is just enough. I want it to be real. Dreams escaping my head. Creating a world around me. Made of finger-paint strategically placed by the hands of anxious children in search of satisfaction with no end.