you could be my time machine.
i think of you and
i am instantly transported to another time
and
place.

if i think about it hard enough,
i start to think about how,
once upon a time,
our shadows were practically sewn together.

we could have been lost boys.

The night smelt of fire as the cool moon casted over the red rood forrest, mad men run free with the tigers, sane men run with the elk. oh lost love where could you be? the fire is pushing shadows amongst the dull curved trees playing deep illusions on my mind, sickening me time threw time.

I cannot fully explain to you
How perplexing it is
To be a 22 year old adult
But to still have the fear
Usually reserved for a young child
The fear of the dark
And not in a way that one is afraid of death
Or lions or tigers or bears
Oh my, my fear is much more irrational
You see I find I have bravery in real things
I’ve rock climbed mountains
Ridden roller coaters
Held a poisonous snake by the tale
You get why that’s braver right?
But what makes the hair on the back of my neck stand
What makes my skin pucker into tiny little bumps
Are monsters born of my own imagination
You see my imagination is wicked
And I use that word both ways
In the slang sense that it is awesome and powerful
And in the literal sense that is it evil
That when I imagine a monster
I give it ten hands with 20 fingers each ending with teeth
And eyes so black they sink into the monsters head
Making them look like empty sockets
So deep, they touch his brain
I am forever afraid
I’ll be honest with you
I sleep with all the lights on
And my closet doors wide open
So I could see exactly what is going on in there
I years ago threw out my bed skirt
Convinced they cloaked crooked
Teeth crawling critters capable of decapitation
And were all considerable stronger than myself
As you can imagine I have a lot of nightlights
Mobile ones I use to walk to the bathroom with in the middle of the night
I have to buy so many batteries
The clerk at Walmart can only reasonably assume
I have deviant private life
Because grown *** adults shouldn’t be that scared of the dark
Because at some point during or after childhood
I won’t assume it happens at the same time for everybody
Your imagination takes a backseat to logic
And you understand that monsters aren’t real
But death is and maybe that’s a better fear to have
That didn’t happen with me though and I think most artists
If they were to be completely honest with you would tell you
It didn’t happen to them either they missed a step
In the development milestone department
Though I think they would tell you too like I’m about to tell you now
The fear is worth it there hasn’t been a single monster
I’ve imagined that hasn’t had an equal
Beautiful thought and I can see them better with all the lights on.

I sit pen in hand but the words have left my mind
No longer can I pen the words about things that I have seen
I cannot find a reason for the blankness in my soul
The words have gone, no longer flow, my mind an empty hole
Where has gone the inspiration? The imaginative sharp mind
Where has gone the urge to sit and write?
The words that can open eyes
No, no, no. The words have gone my pen has stilled the ink no longer flows
The last chapter has been written......The book has now been closed...