I wish my moon pictures would have turned out better. Oh, well I got a couple of him hiding away behind my trees. He is a sneaky fella always watching me. I bet he watches everyone all the time. Up there peering and peeking trying to tell us something of importance. Sigh… my brain is at its capacity – I am done for the night. After I finish my story about yellow Chuck Taylor’s, indeed!
Soon I will close my eyes and suck in the motion of sound trying to meet my real face, learn of my own eyes. Who can tell me what is behind them? Is there anything at all swelling into the black lava that floats up and down searching for clarity?
Am I a being in the existence of those who see me – am I seen? Feeling alive on the waves that move through blasting sounds beckoning my ears to wake up. Stir, churn, twirl the vortex inside of me capsizing in a raging sea. I drift into the aftermath of me – my warm wet eyes, droplets of coal ready to be mined. Processed into some formation that could ignite, or write onto blank pages – the clatter pounding within my chambers desperate to wake, pleading never to fall asleep again, but I am.
Asleep, waiting for the fingernails to scratch against my flesh, pulling up my heart and rushing me again. I fear with my eyes open I shall not feel – lingering dread, empty space curling out of my mouth crashing down in oceans of loneliness – my vibrations are all I feel – guessing with doubt that I am ever heard. I answered the call of my name, and no one was there, but my dripping eyes staring back at me. What is me?
Stay asleep to feel alive, slumber to know of my own existence. Cover me in blankets to know warmth, let my head fall upon the pillows eyes tightly shut – tell me I am not alone. Wake me from this cold dream, let the sounds whisk me into my real world – where my eyes are awake, and they kiss you every night.
(That all came out as I listened to this next song. Oh, wow I just watched the video. I had not watched it I was only listening and writing… interesting.)