Lately, I can't breathe. Waiting. They're chasing me. No one listens, but I'm okay with it.

Went to huddle, this is what came out of it:

Letter to the editor

He perches high upon the cat walk,
his body chilled with both fear and excitement.
His hands twist, grasping nothing and everything
in anticipation of the birds of prey.
His mind soars past them with a flurry of blows,
breaking their nearly flawless and enchanting formation.
Time slows, spinning beneath him
as he finally comes to rest upon the stars. He holds,
his breath tight in fear of his mind's implosion.
But, the moment holds, and he is allowed to linger.

Waking Dreams flutter and fade.
The blue smoke however, clings to the page
upon which he writes his first and last confession.
Rythmically, his soul bursts forth,
ignoring the strong smell of burnt flesh and cheap whiskey.
It leaps higher, over the shark tank that lays far below
awaiting the third act.
The vacum of space tears the page from his grasp,
and it reads the following:
"Naivety is the root of faith,
and courage the root of loss.
Explanation begets confusion which
begets instability.
Instability does not always lead to evil.
Instanbility breeds individualism
which sparks creativity, which
leads to humanism. And, to be
Human, is to be real.
Ah, but the fake ones! They
are the tricky ones. For they create
the instability in the first place..
It is not always easy to be human,
but it is a Hell of a lot easier to be fake.
If only people were as easy to read
as lines on a page."


-Two songs tonight for you: Competition Smile by the Gin Blossoms and High by The Cure

Good night and have a pleasant tomorrow.

-Bren