Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Nerve strings

Combined crazy, consuming & overwhelming unmastered thoughts of wild, reckless, & unseeming feelings. Caused by the "unassuming" rays of sunlight in the darkness of passions' night.

Care, fear & love clash...all in a bundle of nervousness, and freaked thoughts of reluctance!

Wild eyes, cold feet & ears...frozen stiff in the stare of "nothingness" wind of question hitting the core of uncertainty...even with the wing of whisper, bending thoughts of movement stir, once & far; in mind a blur...

'Wind of question' turns again, this time blowing gently to the root of consciousness, asking only for response in favor...

Why so hard!? why so mystic!? why so distant!? all but a mere inch away from freedom...

Deeper & deeper i feel your fall, your fall into a world even more unknown...no help!...no net can grasp!

"I feel like i've placed you in a vacuum... as though i've made you into a toy!?"

Scared feelings, static waves, censored pauses...all more blunders of what!?...

Fogged room, loud music, staggering people..."distractions" wind of question blows yet again...reminding of its' eternal journey to find "you"

Mind cells grinds, as night grows older...fidget...fragit...false...wonder...turnings...opportunity lost! once again...wind of question blows...

"Draw close!" passion psyched, tight knit hands hold ghost of soul and reality, unfrozen thoughts, yet reserved movements, kill spirit of thinking?

Free yourself of thoughts unknown...yet stay prisoner of things to be!? rather...clench yourself to wanting wants...that may never exists!...

How mad is the world of love, my passion, my fling, my toy!? No!...my need, my inspiration, my constant!!!

Stares of nothingness, give birth to more questions of things to come! if they will come, if they will turn out to be what they can!...

Should i join the race, or rather end it with the frozen soul i hold in my hand!? or should i allow even more winds to thaw the chilly spine of unsurity...

I'll opt for the latter...

Kiss of bliss, fail thee not, for yet cometh a time for celebration, brought by your undying patience...

signed: unrealistic puppeteer

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