I'm falling in love with something hazy
the vagueness just seems to invite me
a magnet energized by closed eyes
that static that charges between balloons and hair
her screaming scarred my ear drums

Alive is an everywhere
just hate to be reminded of the tricks planted in language
to fill in the missing gap
In short, double recreate reality
what is the past but a fiction
it is a sly thing
to try and love

Seeing the line of the dead makes me sad
dreary are the things they prized
like televisions
and monies
there is a circle that repeats,yet
there is always an exit

space starts emitting radiation ballads
fought and tortured on the other side of the conscious mind
seeing realization is noticing the opposites
are both equal and fragile
the line between laughing and crying
is the width of a hair and a change of mind

I haven't been thinking or living.
Living unconsciously is dangerous
relies too much on luck and money.

The world I live in is less determined
that a form.
I am the idea.
Ominous Cloud.