Evolution: Series Of The Mind
This book poetically describes the life and death of individuals wrapped up in the sometimes dangerous lifestyle of being a human being.
The Series Of The Mind is an emotional roller coaster that suffocates reality as it takes you in and creates an entirely different existence to whomever has the will power to release themselves emotionally and mentally.
And on and on so goes this series.
I am quite afraid of what life will become from this point on.
Today
Today was once tomorrow. Facing the desires of tomorrow were what today was always about. Today was missed. Today was tomorrow, never today. Smiling and desiring tomorrow. Applauding and rejecting the literal today.
Today was once tomorrow. Facing the desires of tomorrow were what today was always about. Today was missed. Today was tomorrow, never today. Smiling and desiring tomorrow. Applauding and rejecting the literal today.
Tomorrow is what counts. Counting as it is a distant star. You’ve
heard of us. Feeling the coldness on the abdominal. Flowing like
razors in the night. Gushing waters as warm as it could be. Soon to
be chilled. Yes, today was today.
As
the tables have turned on this day, as does the door reinvents
itself as revolving from stationary. She looks upon the dazed face
of it. 19 seconds are unexplained. Could it be a simple
miscalculation of a free-flowing mind? It is not .
That feeling that can never be resisted. That touch that can never be ignored. That energy that can never be measured. Tried and true. Never can fail. Never rots. Never gets old.
Specific destinations
are no longer predictable. The seed is planted, but needs desire to
grow. The spark ignites a fire but needs desire to burn with passion.
The eyes are closed, but everything can still be seen with
emotional vision. The physical does not exist. Inhale until not a
single molecule lingers. Never exhale. Never let go of the rare
touch of uncontrollable desire and seduction.
Spitting
fire through glass that is raised above all deception. The
destination shall occur during the fall of night. Glances have
disappeared. Contentment has been staged for nightfall. Praying for
thirst. Praying for hunger.
The moon has caressed a slightly damp
skin. Underneath it all is a mood-less desire driven by only
physical need. Contemplating deceit is all but inevitable. Certain
things lack such as a clear path to the future of this rock on the
other side of the wall.
Holding
on to something as it seems to be only a dream being played out for
an audience. Then what ? The brace disappears. The bridge to
complete life shall surely crumble. Humbled but avoiding certain
presumptions.
A foundation of physical desire. as hollow as the
forgettable past, as distant as mutual planets, destructive as a
decade past. Just as it is, it can be gone.
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