The Deep spoke while I was far away

Read with this playing - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pUZeSYsU0Uk



We stood together, apart, watching the city lights, people passing by. Tomorrow could be the last day I see this, all of this. There was music in the streets, quiet all around, the random sounds of cars, people, our world. 

I couldn't help but think of the many things we've all done and the things we never could. Could I have changed today, maybe tomorrow? What are the things that I must do?




"There's a light in every one of you, it shines, it burns bright, it burns nonetheless. Not everyone sees it, not everyone wants it, not everyone watches it. But it's there. And when you see the light in others, when it shines bright beyond your own, so bright, everyone sees it, the light in you shines through. You want to be this light, to touch it, let it become you. When you let it speak for itself, the world will see it and they will cheer, they will cheer for their own light to shine as much as yours does. This world, your world is dark, it makes every spark that more beautiful, you see it from miles away, feel as if you're there. Everyone is waiting, they don't know how to, many of them, don't know how to let it through. 

Will you be the light they need you to be? You want to be this beacon of hope, to show the way everyone needs to go. Can you be their light? To guide them through the very gloom they find themselves in?

The world is watching and when you light your light, as high and bright as you can, they will burn bright with you and such a song they will sing, a melody of strength for you and all."





I am that light.

Pluck, Strings, Ramblin' Like a Wild Geese

The rocks dug into my flesh as I clawed my way higher.

I had to get up there, I just had to. I'd find answers to everything. Wouldn't I?

And there I was, above everything, above all, except. I moved slowly, fearful, towards It.

It laid on the ground, crouched like a beast, an unknown creature. Its eyes darted around, at times watching me inch my way closer, then slicing across the air to some unseen interest in the distance. It spoke, shattering the rhythm of my heartbeat. Its voice, wet, sharp, painful almost, and as it spoke, slime and drool dripped from its source. 

"Before you, what do you sssseeeee?"

"The Earth, my world."

"Yesssss a world, but not yourssssss."

"I want it, all of it. How do I take it?"

It paused as it shifted slowly, scratching the ground as it moved to look directly at me. Stared at me, as if time waited for It.

"Walk among them, feed them doubt and cause them to wander. Return to thisssssss rock when thisssssss isssssss done."

It slunk away from me, and  fell to the ground, spewing the very liquids of my organs onto the harsh rock. And so I began feeding doubt and gave them cause to wander, and when no soul was left doubtless and  focused, I returned.


Again, It laid there crouching, watching.



"Is it all mine now? Can I claim it?


Greed, Pride. Eager I was, to take it all.



But It made no sound nor uttered a word as it moved away again, scratching the ground.









"It issssss mine now more than ever."

Radio Trans

It's getting harder to breathe.


The air is thicker, the body unwilling to sustain itself, the mind, a wasteland of darkness where thoughts ravage whatever remains.

The days are slower, sluggish to even pass through them.



Its hard to breathe.


My world, has stopped spinning.

And Turn for Kingdom

I'm not sure they understand. Of course, the meaning behind it is well known to all, but how it revolves in my head is my own concoction and its a potent one.

I'm a lonely person because my mind set itself way out there and there isn't anyone around to see it that way. My way.



And, I'm not going to be the same person once this is over. I feel it. The despair and stretch of my senses, like times of old.



That dark passenger and its shadow.





It waits behind, just a little further.



Waiting, just waiting. Till I can hold it back no more.





And it will come to me and take me. Take me there. To places I left behind.

Holding the Pigeon

Did I just lose her?

A Dash of Rain and A Flash of Salt

It seems to be a common phenomena, that a lot of things surrounding you suddenly seem so unfamiliar, alien even.


Like people. Aliens are people who alienate themselves or, and get alienated. That's a theory and I will never want to prove it. Yes, people seem that way, always.


It's a realization that, things never hardly change.




How about this for an image.


I see a box.
I move to the box.
I pick up the box.
I study the box.
I open the box.
The box is not a box.
The box makes a sound.
The box is ticking.
The box is a ticking bomb.
The box could kill me.
But
I try to fix the box.
I look at the bomb in the box.
I turn the box.
I try to understand the box.
The box does not stop ticking.
I realise it was never a box.
It was just a bomb.
And
It's too late.
Tick tock...



Everyone is as they seem as much as no one is not.

Just me, Wheat and Cheese

I don't think they'd understand.



That  just wanted to be thought of, that I'd like the chance to be included.





And it's not the first. After a thought or two, it seems that i'm desperate. And why shouldn't I be? Such company is hard to find and I honestly have lost all individual capacity to start afresh.

But the fact that I am not, just hints of a harsh reality, and only gives light to this sad realization that, I AM right, as we all love to be, no matter how wrong it turns out to be. And all this just erases all words spoken so reassure, that alone is how things are meant to be.


Everyone lies, including me, everyone is a monster, everyone only thinks of themselves and will not care if another person burns, unless maybe, just maybe if it burns them too.





Yes, i'm spiteful. And I smile because it's the best way to lie.