Well.. Gray has this way of shading a person's perception. It happens slowly and then all at once as Hemmingway put it. You are walking down the street wearing your rose tinted glasses and then it knocks the wind out of you. And you start to see the world as it actually is, existing in absence. Like the color gray, it is found directly between white and black on the color spectrum. If you look up the word "gray" it is actually defined as being without color. And when it hits you, well then your fucked. With your eyesight no longer impaired, you notice the world around you is functioning to fill an inherent sense of absence, because it creates purpose for humanity."
With this realization my love, I retreated into my favorite memory, a reoccurring dream that had always made reality seem less ugly, in a picturesque setting where the entire world seemed airbrushed. Surveying that scenery in the company of silence I finally understood, that needless to say, it had been our words that had failed us.
It was November 8, 2015. I will always remember the date. It was that day I was taught to differentiate all of the numerous nicks and scratches that my natural haphazard gait and clumsiness had caused throughout my life with marks and tracks that now remain as badges of pain and shame painted in scars... Continue Reading →
After all, who purchases a frame for the stock photos displaying strangers in the act of creating manufactured moments of supposed happiness? I am the prospect of better days that lay ahead in a frame for another's future to fill.
Heading deep down we're sliding without noticing our own decline... Heading deep down we're hanging onto sweet nothings.. left behind.. https://youtu.be/hqwU7nv3hTM The beauty of a badass baseline.
She told me, 'I've been missing you' He said, 'Leave' and she said, 'Stay' She kissed my lips and quickly ran away.. https://youtu.be/TsYj-O2p13o
Dance around like skeletons, Cuz we forgot what we wanted... https://youtu.be/_63uM8Vl4sg
She found it staring into James’s two placid green pools for eyes and his crooked smile that beckoned her to say ‘yes’ to dancing with all the demons that she had been running from for so long. She had stumbled drunkenly across the key that fit her lock, a sparkler wielding madman that yearned to light the fuse to her long ticking time bomb. One could only detail their introduction as the connection of fragmented pieces from two halves finding solidarity as a whole. They were a cataclysmic combination of congruency. Their cores were comprised of each other's opposite unstable elements, aching painstakingly for the other's complimentary components in an immobilizing magnetism drawing them fatefully together on a crash course for disaster.