My chinese lunch this afternoon came with a fortune cookie, which truly boosted my belief in a fateful force guiding us to particular events in life. After eating, I was sitting in my kitchen staring out the window and commenting to myself what a beautiful day it is. If you do not live in the buffalo area, the sky is fairly clear, the sun is ( Read more... )

A mad world ran down the streets, weapons firing and swinging wildly through the gray air of a clouded grim day. Chaos was what I hid from, as true fear took over the town. It was the fear of life's end that led to this event. What transpired in places outside of this setting are completely unknown, but surely this vision was spread throughout ( Read more... )

I wish to turn back, and deny all that I have faced this summer's night. I wish to jog in the street main and face the lights head on. Lock myself in my room again and ignore the problems as they come at me. Just sit there and read, or listen to music, or do something that will push through all the pain that surrounds me ( Read more... )

And we walked further down Main Street, now in silence as the dizzying toxics took over. Too much spirit had caused my mind to drift to times before this night, as I sit in my room, lights off, music playing, and rage pouring through every wall. Not my own rage; that of the ones who raised me, and showed false love to each other in the prescence ( Read more... )

A sound of thunder fills the night sky, and the streetlights burn through their nightly glow. They retreat into darkness, taking with them the mysteries of the night. The streak of headlights remains constant, as thunder sounds again. So soon, a droplet falls. I rush to its side, and kneel down closer, watching as it withers away upon the hot ( Read more... )

On my way to the sink, to wash my hands after eating, I ran into a spider. She stood at the top of my stairs, six feet high, two feet wide, and seven feet long. All black, yet not hairy as a tarantula she stood there gazing down the stairs, a black and white swirl lining her abdomin. With a white spot at the end of seven of the eight legs, she ( Read more... )

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It felt like rain that night, and the words all sounded the same. I had to leave, to walk, to talk, to think, to vent, to do all those things you cannot do in the confines of a cell. I needed open spaces and noise to clear my head. The vast eternities that we cannot comprehend, and the celestial lights that seem so small. I needed reckless ( Read more... )

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A glimpse of daylight
Upon horizons unknown
All spirits aboard