in my mind

A character in this reality, each of us is a character in each episode. Everyone else is watching in another reality. Who is to say what is known? What if all that is known is just perceived? Everything we know is almost everything that we have been told. If our ancestors figured their own truths, why are we not looking for our own?

-in my mind

Thursday, March 24, 2011

Vino Rosso

Fluidly flows the red grapes, fluidly the red dress falls. Her shoulder becomes nude, the eye stills, and this moment forever to remember. The eyes blink, and light writing, the man, room full of light flashes. She will forever look like this. The bottle tips and red grapes fall fluidly into the wine glass, smoothly rolling down, dancing, content to be uncaged. Now they just want to pass, and let nature take their dead flesh, the course that some will try to deviate from, when they attempt to roll down the lips and run away.
Trying to slide away because they are so close the end, and then realization of fear, of death, is keeping them from suicide. The second strap falls from he shoulder and the man's imagination run to his pants as the top of her chest is bare but the silk remained above the breast. Showing little clivage, the light bounce off the walls, excited at the view they hold before disappearing into infinity, but not dead, but slowly dying. Many, no doubt made it out the window before looming off into space.
- Vino

To be Continued...

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Some stories are fabricated, some stories are imaginative, some stories are not your own, and some are factual, but all are stories that is an individuals and he must share so that he feels the world part of him, not just him part of the world