Stillness has overtaken me,
I have been still for 7 hours....
And when motion slowly creeps back into my being I move!!
I move quicker and quicker,
and pick up more and more weight until I can no longer move, then I will return to stillness.

A mysterious Dark silhouette with the appearance of distress
People can’t see the soul they only see the flesh
An optimistic light that always sees the best
Society continuously attacks her but it has no effect
Come on sunshine we have a lot to do today
What about the bills oh don’t worry it will be okay
A light that will always shines at all times
Even when it is dark, come on sunshine
No matter what happens it will be all right
I’ve got sunshine, I’ve got light.

The day has no value
Once a plane has taken off
It has no need for a pilot
As the sun breaks Across the morning sky
I rise, I take off to the sky
And once the sky has welcomed me in, Auto-Pilot Begins
I become Incoherent for the duration of my flight
Turbulence wakes me,
But I always seem to return back to Auto-Pilot,
Back to sleep

Perception, keep it far from me it means nothing…
The chemical imbalance…
distorts, rearranges, changes, and manipulates what’s real.
What’s reality?
Sleep, slumber my long lost friend, we once spent countless nights journeying the deep depths of my conscience and subconscious mind,
to places of pure ecstasy
Now we meet only when the black outs come
I guess there aren’t dreams when you die.
Inhalation,
I take in more death.
I dig deeper into nothing to try and find something.
Nothing is all I find,
empty,
blank,
ran out
there is something there
the white canvas is blank,
but I see…
I touch enlightenment as I soar through space,
my white canvas has become stars,
planets,
suns…
Life is all perception
keep perception far from me it means nothing
just pass me the death. Inhalation.
The sweet death fills my lungs, and takes hold of my soul.


My perception is a layer of my intelligence.
I can cease to perceive and still exist.
I hear vibrations at moving frequencies that can not be quantified,
I visualize images that can’t be personified,
I smell the aura and aroma of pure existence,
I feel the texture of objects beneath my flesh,
and I taste life on the tip of my tongue,
the taste of loss,
pain,
love,
hatred,
peace, and enlightenment.
I am living, but I am dead. Inhalation. I breathe in death.
I breathe it all the way to my soul.
My body shutters.
Time fades in and out.
I no longer perceive I only exist.

There is no proper syntax to express how I feel
No portrait with all its ambience or lore can display the imagery of my heart
No sonority, melodies, or arrangement of harmonies can generate sounds to convey my disposition
The prolongation of moments with you bare weight
with in my mind I held the fabrication that I possessed the strength
The strength of Samson
But reality never strays to far from dreams
I have faltered
My back has given out
My legs no longer stand strong
The hair i once wore which was the pinnacle of my strength
has been removed from my scalp
But I last even though my strength has departed
I will remain beneath this weight until I regain the strength
To hoist the weight again.

Laughter has come and gone
Sorrow has fallen from the windows in which you interpret the world
The windows of your person that have seen days from a completely different land
As China has seen light, entirely differently then America
But even though you see light where I see dark and I vice versa
we converge on some ground
we see that same light
that only we could see and comprehend
Only we could interpret as our friendship

English and Mandarin are drastically differant languages
Communication lost in translation
A laps in interpretation never truly identified
The ground once shared to see that same light begins to corrode
Laughter has come and gone
Sorrow has fallen from the windows in which you interpret the world
I have lost a friend