It was raining the first time we met. Or maybe it wasn’t. Just a false imprint in my mind, convenient little raindrops staging a cinematic veil, like crystallized atoms building a better memory.
That’s what human beings do, we ascribe false importance to the most lackadaisical of moments, steep arbitrary memories in the perfume of concocted beauty.
We do it to fill the void of inadequacy thrust upon us by a society that has no regard for simple truths or recollection of those who live and leave blissfully guileless.
cosmic explosions while sniffing glue,
I can be the God you never knew.
snorting cocaine mixed with stardust;
our dreams spontaneously combust.
Her eyes - telegraphic intentions,
Tainted as they may be.
Her fear - it
Tells you the rest.
Observe her long enough
and you couldn’t help but see
the future - know her every move,
Every choice.
You can’t help but be prophetic.
eigengrau on Flickr.
“All hail singularity, syntax of divinity”
“Nothing’s more arbitrary than the chime separating one day from the next.”