If only chaos had it's limitations could I possibly compete. However, exhaustion: the vultures hunger who cannot wait until dusk to devour my liver. There is no sense in the chains that bind. I have broken them in a time longer ago then this, yet I lie there still as the bird's flight cast a shadow. There must be more at work than I anticipated.
The Skinny
- Jie Hua
- Detroit, Mi
- I'm in the process. I'd like to expand on that, but it's in the process. I go about my business under the guidance of gut-feelings and universal street signs. I see myself as a very quiet person. Not because I have little to say, only that my abundant thoughts know not where to start. As a child I fantasized about looking through a telescope to give me truth about the world. It amuses me now that what I am doing is looking down a microscope in an effort to reevaluate my holistic position. I am a loner, a drifter, a dreamer.
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Fire for Prometheus
The events from the prior night have stirred to life some resting impressions. There are pressing matters at hand that await addressing. If only I could do so. Though and action are in contention. There is this haze indecisiveness that looms around my head. Hangs there like a heavy raincloud, impregnated with conflict. This fog is the leucotome for an overdue lobotomy. Code blue doctor, this patient is on her way out.
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