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

Wednesday, February 27, 2013

Second Month Of Spring On Solo Whist

lighting ring
under the solstice
round fire
waves of inferno
penetrate breathable air
fear rush into their lungs
drowning from emerging
seawater towering
land bending
crisp of the crust
dust falling on bedding
memories sleep
while mud drips
from the brown sky

© EOU 2013

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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