subject: only a thought; perceptive thinking.
time: 1:06pm
music: life for rent - dido
mood: reflective

meandering broken roads beserk with candycorn nylons waydown, sideways and all the in-betweens. in silent solitude, i speak for the moment: o' unconscious splendour and fiery thought, let not of love true insolence speak nor remain hidden from thy sight amongst all forbidden; caress these pair of eyes, nor see nor heart will not feel without thy hand in mine.

i promise you, there is no sadness here. not even the slightest string of regret nor qualms about the could have beens and what ifs of the yesteryears. nothing. zilch. this is a different kind of nothing-ness. a new phenomena.

in murky sulphur, i am counting fictional stars in silent cognition and thinking. perceptive-thinking of all the crazy inuendos that have somehow, someway or another defined an irrevocable change within me. they seem to be equations. just myriad of pretty equations of numbers summing up to an empty text to who i was to become who i am; and on to who will be tomorrow. so many times, i wanted to tell you how much i wished i could tear all these walls down and step in my puddles of resentment for you. so you know. so you would only know. but i have realised it don't matter. i've said to myself how i shouldn't have given a damn, it would do no good to walk away completely with no recollection of who i've become and the two ghosts that once were.

these walls. without realising, these walls have sunk deeper and deeper, an inch each time and i'm speaking my words only because i know you now cease to exist in these dyslexic cognitions. i am no longer in a constricted box inside my head. instead, i am alive, kicking sand at shorelines with every opportunity i get.

my reflection is shown beneath the sun.
the image distorted as water stirs.
and sun light dances as these occurs.
in other words, i am beginning to smile.