Violet Smoke

 I seem to be losing track of the ticking hands of the clock and the day of the year as the endless chain of reoccurring days and nights follow one after the other and my judgment seems to have blurred overtime. My thoughts seem to tether away like the result of a trickling peculiar line of an uncommon doodle of a very disinterested perception  and i am pretty sure i cant resurrect what i was actually pondering over formerly to begin with.

It is simply the act of vanishing away into thin air where you cant refrain from emptiness. After all  one becomes such a fragile helpless being once it's delicate pieces are taken apart and their vanity is showcased in crystal clarity like a drop of blood on a white spreadsheet of mortality.

The notion of resistance has acquired quite  a taste for a well made mistake. I stumble upon your cracks of distorted trailed off flames with the reluctance as shallow as your frame of intellect.

I am hauled back into reality with a sudden displacement of my trail of reflection and strangely I find myself contemplating the uncertainty of things. As for now, I am cautiously folding away from vile insanity.

Dust on the Shelf

Like the unraveling waves of the ocean, it is yet another inevitable act of nature to present uncertainty  So why do we question the fickle fragments of our lives?

I was quietly seated watching him fall deeper into the realm of sleep but I didn't have the audacity to try and decipher anything more than superficial to the eye.

I was simply choosing to embrace the bliss that is closely accompanied by ignorance. The weight of uncertainty was far less heavier than the war within myself.

On the open road, I desired nothing more than a handful of time with the stranger in my room. The sense of freedom brought upon by ignorance is liberating, like drifting down the endless path with the wind winding through every inch of thread that clings onto your mortal bag of bones. The silence is truly alarming as I try to reach the liquor on the top shelf before realizing that a one line plea is as inept as a dull knife.