A Vacuum.

[rewiiired]

A Vacuum.
1/28/04

Took off as soon as I could
on my way, running from the storm
only to find myself dried and
blistered in it's wake.

I'm so lost and confused,
but there's got to be some truth
to find somewhere,
and back there the needle raindrops
and spinning winds were only
speaking un-grounded, unfounded
horrors to me.

Need some time away
maybe an eternity
to see if perhaps it was all
just a bad waking dream.

Need some time away
to see if I can touch reality
if I'm not entirely de-sensitized
if there is any actuality to fondle at all.

Need to find myself
and in case of no static soul
re-create this grotesque illusion
staring back at me in this
smoke-stained rearview.

But running from the tension
just left me nothing
but what was I to do, just
wade in uncertainty
until I became one with
the ambiguity?

Escalate my ambivalence
until I split and
shattered?

There was nothing else to do,
nothing left to do,
so nothing else is all I did.
what else could I have done?
And nothing has added up to itself.
Indeed "nature abhors" -- my life.

 

[neverwas]

i really liked ur flow babe you play with words like a kid with a toy its great to always read such polished writing