In the whisper he was hoping to find a glimpse. A shadow that showed a bit of hope. That the sunlight that grew dim would take a sliver to his eye. That he could run his hands across the abyss and taste something unfamiliar. Teeth held open by tried muscles. The bones in his jaw ache quivering with words trying to seep their way out.
“And tell me, was this how it was to end?” He spoke quietly to an unseen audience. They were further away from earth hiding behind clouds drifting off some place beyond space.
“I'm nothing but the dark.”
And in the dark he stood. His body free of any clothing or bindings that would tether him. He moved his hands across his body as if he was waiting for something. The nervous shaking. Off in the distance it was rushing. The funnel of water that was the darkness. It ate stars and would eat peoples hearts. It flowed with millions of screams and in an instant slammed his body with the power of a tsunami.
Things are not what they seem.
That my hands are extensions of a body
that could not be seen
reflections of a ghost
This was it to be
space speaking to me.
That the stars
And this was what it was. To be truly alone. That the dark would fuck me till I wished I could hold his hand. That his teeth would bite in to my bound neck. Feeling around digging...
Further from oblivion
seeing the dust settle along the carpet
I didn't mean to say what I said
The stars that fell from your lips
dripping the last of space
across my eyes
I'm not what I wrote
Least to be
I've written a million words
And it hasn't changed
What I thought
of the last thing you said
That the small goodbye
was enough to fill an ocean
That Dream I had
Journal Entry 3.
The dark. It scares me. I can't see my own hands. If I move one step closer is it towards an edge? I have no idea where I'm going. How do I save...
Journal Entry 2.
August 31 2009
I'll paint a picture Mr Blue. A million kids were like sperm. They burst in to the hallways trying to find an egg. By egg I mean room. So much sperm...
Journal Entry 1.
August 25 2009
Often I run and run in the rain. I don't know why. I don't know to where. I try to keep those things quiet. As far in the back my brain as I can. So,...
I'm at the end.
Laying in a bed made of billions of feathers
Or, at least that is what I wanted
My memory escapes me every other moment
my family one moment stuck in time