im noticing things skittering and scurrying through the night while i toss around thoughts that i might write and which ones seem to sink me and tether me to the shadows for a commune of common ground for all of us to bump.
different melodies ringing out to cast some kind of cone of light as a temporary makeshift sanctuary.
i point my fingers up into the cloudy sky and fire off shots to make them disperse so i can let the stars rain down to cast a more heavenly shine on the murky depths i find my feet trudging through.
im noticing more and more artificial or "unnatural" beacons float through like silent helicopters combing the land i stand for some ancient beasts i might be surrounded by.
yet im more weary of the things gliding above then what may be skulking on the same land i cant seem to budge from.
there is something creeping about and it's not just me.
i flit between being the faceless shadow outside your window and the light that glides like a wisp through all the hidden meadows.
im wondering if seeing both worlds has caused my form to be tattooed with a weight ill never be able to shake. nor if they have each respectively done their number and left me wondering if i even want too.
i feel a tingling sensation i haven't felt for years and i push it down with such a force of will that it makes my face twitch and stutter between a smirk and a sneer.
even when i can make the clouds clear there still seems to be an invisible mist i cant place. my mind seems more blank the more i fill it with impossible thoughts.
the kind that explain away such things. the stuff of dreams.
im halfway crossing over and half way staying solid trying to find which is real.
truth is im scared. and fail to admit it. something is happening and i dont know if im suppose to fight or make peace.
i dont think there is an end in sight unless i choose there to be.
we have to evolve or we are going to be swimming in this muddy murky mess forever.
the joke is we would never even know that we were trapped. just spinning wheels until we invent something else and that becomes the new norm to fight against.
am i giving up or am i breaking the rules
all signs point to the thought that im just another tool being used.

Feb.11 5 years ago