mood: crypticmusic: 'kindness to strangers' by the american analog set

until all of the air in my lungs gasps itself away, i write myself into existence. did you know that already? the ways in which my head and my heart collapse themselves into themselves and into structure is the same way i'm going to exist. i'm going to reflect and create a retrospectacle of myself with a base as strong and sturdy as the best of them.

my only qualm is knowing exactly when this is going to happen. with everything happening so quickly now, how can i focus enough on the nothing that is going to change my life? on the waves of radiation coming from the eyes of the storm.

and what about the eye of the still? those times when nothing is happening, but underneath the calm lies the raging, the crying, the agonized?

under steely twins of swag and sanity. vapor rising into balmy deeps. trading me for me. traveling over winds and stealing my separation. sleeping in my bed. eating my food. taking my place.

---Goei---