Hopping fences in my sleep. Malicious intent that I wish to repent but I won't allow this attempt get me down, this time. No. This time is different. Different in the way that you would not suspect. It's change in a way with resounding effect that I tend to dissect, but only with a grain of salt. I clatter to the floor, still awake. I feel the urge to run but my body doesn't let me. My muscles no longer want to support what my mind couldn't.

I don't know how much longer I can keep this up.

i think of you as physical cravings derived from my love of the earth. you lack selfishness and you appear familiar yet unexpected. you're mysterious to my past yet feeble and soft to my present. what will be your physical form?

It was warm today so I thought of you. Where are you? I've been waiting months and months but you still won't come. They're taking you away slowly but surely. We're taking you away.

would you like to dance?

He was simply searching for eyes, for what is he without? He's scared to show his art.

The village burned with a hatred of another, minds regarded as numbers. As the smoke died down not a sound was heard among the charred. Minds wasted for profit. Minds wasted for gain.