hrkuman
The magenta color the sky took on just before dawn was something other wordly. Bathing the landscape in soft hues, just ever so lightly tinged by golden. A frame. A memory.
Methods are but rules. Regulations. Found in chemistry class, on Ikea furniture. The methodical nature of your smile pinpricks me, in that sleazy way you picked me up at a bar, after one too many cocktails. The effervescent blue kind.
In the binding of the book, I saw your initials. I wonder where you had gone. What you had done. Bound for some great work. The threading of words, stiching, imprinting onto your soul. Propelling you further from here and into the world beyond. Greater things. Leaving me behind.
Popcorn kernels like sweat beads burst within a casket brightly colored. Nothing more than a circus tent vertically displayed to entice the viewers to take part in quite the spectacle.
Have you ever met an ant you didn't like? Or that you did? A whole colony of them? Heh, like that time you sat on their hill in the sandbox. Boy...you had the funniest look on your face. Gives a whole new image to "ants in your pants."
I went driving today. Got stuck in the car for 8 hours...or maybe it was 4. Boston to L.A. to New York. I could have been anywhere. I went out to find you. Where did you go? The stars wouldn't tell me, so I asked the sun. The clouds came in and rain did not lead me there. So, I came back. You were where you always were.
The locked gate door remains shut. She searches everywhere. Wondering if the white rabbit lost itself beneath the barbed wire. Bloodily impaled. Where did that magic potion go? If she had followed the tiny creature would she still wonder what this gate was doing in the middle of a sunflower field? Or why the clouds stopped moving?
Manger of the internet. Heh, ever marveled at the nature of what it takes to "manage" something. Systems intricately woven. Computer databases. Our brain manages the cardiac, the nervous, the skeletal system.
...the future. Seems daunting. Exciting. Can you predict that we'll miss the train? That babies truly become adults? Look into a crystal ball and tell me something I don't know. Will they cure my cancer? Will dad stop beating mom? Will the prediction be better than now?
They say to believe in something greater than you. They say to belive. What is your belief? That wings of a piegon lay shattered in the streets of New York City. Who cares? Who actually gives a fuck. You wander, lonely along corridors and boulevards between the mind numbing lights.