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, May 22, 2013

turning the knob

Cold wind push
and he fights to get through
cold, so cold, it is hard to breathe

The body needs you
but doors are locked
I see you dancing between the cracks
your shadows pushed the lights
I see between the cracks

Warmth
open the door, He sees the warmth
your presence is known
He pleads for the open door
cold tearing his bone
and slowly taking his voice

your shadow slowly, moving to hide
but I see it all between the cracks

The knob turn, left, left, then right, right
Feeling close to the warmth
He broke in excite ready
but lock, and
for the moment, a child's play
His luck

Cold but patient
patient for the warmth that I need
your already full mouth
your already leaving
traces of invisible lipsticks

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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