A description of an instant.

Oh god! It was so comforting to see that look in someone else's eyes. So relieving. I'll never be able to explain it. It wasn't a hopeful look at all. It wasn't a trusting look. Only the most discerning of eyes could see the love. You see, it is all like a dream. Words, they echo off my lips. The truest most uncensored words. "She's just a little too far to hear me."

I have no faith.

It is freedom.

I used to be scared because I didn't believe in things. Now I'm just grateful.
I layed on the couch and stared up at the ceiling and all at once it hit me.
I had been thinking.
And thinking.
And suddenly it was all blurred together.

And suddenly everything was just so
Beautiful!

And my hands dig into the fibers of the sofa.
And I can feel all around the signs of my existence.
Though I do not exist.
I am not lonely.
I am so happy!

I am so free!

But the summer...

Shall I read to you? My eyes are tired but I think I can bear it... just one more chapter until your eyelids are heavy. "Vous savez que ne vous parlez pas," you said. And I agreed. The strong teeth of life bit into my ambition, cut it short. Ambition? Ambulatory hopes that I'd collected. Light into darkness, darkness into light... it's always some variance thereof.The summer was extraordinary.They upped my dosage days ago and I felt a flood of colour enter my brain as I brushed my teeth this morning. The summer was good... we had a good time. You look so pretty there, sleeping, like a little angel. In the winter you were in charge of putting more logs on the fire. The winter was hard this year.You look like a child.Do you remember the time I swam to that lighthouse? I told you I was dreaming, but I think I was awake. The winter was hard, but the summer.

Things I find Interesting.

bel esprit
Institut National des Sciences Appliquées
Parallel Factor Analysis
gentamicin-resistant Acinetobacter baumanii
ventriculomegaly
vincristine
Quetiapine
semantic relatedness
Neoplatonism
sodality

Goals.

AllegoryAlliterationAllusionAmplificationAnagramAnalogyAnaphoraanastropheAnthropomorphismAnimal related wordsAntithesisAphorismApostrophe/AUTHORIAL INTRUSIONAssonanceBibliomancyCacophonyCaesuraCharacterizationChiasmusConflictConnotationConsonanceDenotationDictionEkphrasticEmulationEpithetEuphonyFlashbackForeshadowingHyperboleImageryInternal RhymeInversionIronyMetaphorMetonymyMotifMoodNegative CapabilityNemesisOxymoronOnomatopoeiaParadoxPathetic FallacyPeriodic StructurePersonificationPoint of ViewPlotPolysyndetonPortmanteauPunsRhyme SchemeRhythm & RhymeSatireSettingSimileStanzaStream of ConsciousnessSymbolSynecdocheSyntaxThemeToneTragedyVerisimilitudeVerse

Constance.

Broken by distortion, the street flew over eternal gratitude, dripped from her atomic existence.Metal scorched for them, the root in futures not yet tongued by a love that kills.Desultory spirals, the nexus of a lost dialect's adrenaline shimmering in the glow, shorn of its electric negation.Their meander scrawled the legend of now on the sky.Looming in silent circuitry spelled a vivid realm to its breaking point,grand narratives the key to sinew.The vapid null of her vowels,skeletons and synchronicity piled atop bleeding, grey slabs of text:busily prepared to throw hallelujah's process to daylight.Knee-deep in a kiss that moves closer.Dreaming a billion oceans torn from the first day's oldest ceremony,nothing at all must be apart.Bells keep plasma at bay, polyphony drips from money.A coin fell from this bitter chemical exchange.Cascades known by heart deny her tissue as cognitive mercybecause after all the brilliant fires lit for the sake of economics,passion has become a trigger again,a disgust for psychology and its lost husbands and gang-raped verbs.Writing to sixty-two revolutionsinterested in screenplays from the cosmos,solitude's meridian,empty dynamics.It's written by drips of linger,gasped union poking days into greased motions.Enamor rains its centrifugal cry, deadly rainbows that crevice between their skulls.Trees conversed with her when he wasn't around,told her how words could dream meanings gained and meanings lostwithout ever coming to the cusp of insanity.Variants continue to walk,a loving search in sacks of E minor and triangles.She is porcelain's air stranded on an excerpt of unruly, curious escape.Compressed with sweet, heathenly vice and pouring its entropy wink to the interface.Ionizing velvet for a time of delusion.Invisible on a million fingertips,painting many years of pain before his ellipse stopped ringing;vertical nooks of starlight activity for two.Vertigo sifted through them, shared whistles from long ago,the radio and a portrait displaying the swirl of immense shades of cellophane.Perfect joy extracts a lid of vision without any splash,the hiss that sinks into opiate, its diagrammed paraphrase and belief.Media like all else is false, he sipped at his dread's steaming manumit as she typed impossibly green. The lines of her shoulder laughed at the nebulous bruise left in her dream,a lightning flash at how the crusade became his unhinged torso.Her river will never be year zero adornedwhen they genuflect before phantasms and wet visionsthat returned anarchy back to a breeze.

Blindness.

I imagine a type of freedom beyond the waning lights,pretty faces pointed at in stark terror by emaciated fingers,colourless metaphors for astrology.It lounges amongst wisps of hairthat manage to bury a mountain of laughterunder the moon's illustrated sequel,every fibre alive in the passing linearity.Once sacred, now separate and sober as broken glass,the knees of heredity have jaundiced twice this evening,monotony and the lunar melding with the clear applauseusually reserved for a new symphony,(one that just stares blankly into the sun's blinding glare without ever blinking.)

Bitter.

Super human decay that wanders the streets with cannibal intentions,various forms of light blind the soft whispers of neon.When we stop seeing the truth we recognize the supertruth. Men, created equally, with equal distances between hearts and mouths.Slavery within bivouacs created from dread.A susurrus rises in our headsas a breath rises in our chests.All we've ever known of freedom is within these moments.