Sixteenth Thought

Mist clings to the air anticipation. The clouds slow to a stop. The grass is still. The trees silence their rustling.They can feel it, it's coming. Small animals scurry into their burrows. A shadow approaches, making its way across the forest floor. A traveling nothing, it breathes in the life around it. Leaves ripp off branches, stained in their own blood and fall to the ground. Touching all around it, without touching anything it all, it continues with the vortex of falling color as company. Animals burrow themselves away to find safety, deeper and deeper they dig, they can see the taint in the earth, towards the surface where the shadow glides.
Flowers wither away, their bright pink and yellow flames snuffed out. The oak rattles her branches in an empty threat. Robbed of her youth she is gnarled, and wasted away, but still leers at the void with all she has to give. Approaching the center of the wood, the emptiness shifts restlessly, waiting. Like a smudge of coal on paper its edges are undefined and blend with it's surroundings. The wind picks up and from within a hollowed out tree appears one of the Fae. She is eternally shifting, better seen when looked out of the corner of ones eye. With copper skin and and swollen belly the Queen of the forest stands erect, dignified. Without the slightest warning, it begins. Her verdant hair trailing behind her she lunges forward at the menacing blotch of nothingness. They circle and come at each other in a desperate dance, the shadowless person, and the person-less shadow. Merely streaks in the chilly air, the fight is marked by silence. The surviving plants watch in trepidation, while the birds flee to the south. The silence is broken with the finishing blow, and both fall dead to the ground. A white substance gushes forward, and crystallizes, as the shadow disappears, covering the forest in it's blood. The forest, relieved, goes to sleep, to well needed rest, confident the Queens unborn heir will spring from her dead belly in the months to come.

Fifthteenth Thought

Picking up the mushroom, i sniff at it. It smells purple, God it's already begun. I lick it, and it tastes like Celine Dion. Without a further thought I down it, and can feel it traveling like California down my esophagus. It hits my stomach, and my stomach hits my brain. I can feel butterflies in between the lobes of my brain and my spine clenches. Falling to my knees the grass beneath me melts to sand, I'm at bar beach, but each little shell on the large beach houses a tiny black hole, and the ocean sounds like chemistry, H2-oh no its going away, the salty smell leaves me behind, with only hints of falafel and Mr. Buble to keep me comfort. I feel myself fracture and am simultaneously in April 20th 1991, and in a pink toned Israel. In April, I hold a small baby, with the mark of destiny on its forehead. I can see the little Paraguayan will leave an imprint on my soul, and leave me craving for more long after he leaves from me. In the pink tinted Israel I am lost in a labyrinth of maybes, shouldn't's, couldn't's and airline tickets to far away places. Maybe David Bowie can help me out of this impossible fantasy constructed of the very real reality.

Fourteenth Thought

Thanksgiving fast approaches. Soon I will be seeing... the one I called wonderland, again. It's fitting actually. I am thankful for having known him, and been with him. I'll be seeing him with our mutual friend, and with her the trio will be together again. Though it was the severing the bond I had with... wonderland, that hurt the most, despite the fact the other friend in our group, she has been gone just as long. Though I was in love with wonderland... so I suppose it's excusable. My depression has long since lifted, and my resentment departed. I look at pictures of him smile, remembering the good times with only the slightest longing in my heart. I haven't seen his face, nor heard his voice in a little over two months. There was a time when I thought i could not survive such a thing. I wonder if seeing him again, will tear open wounds nearly healed. Revive sorrows thought dead. With morbid, masochistic curiosity I approach the reuniting of the golden trio. I approach the sun, knowing i may very well burst into flames, and be reduced to ashes.

Thirteenth Thought

When souls collide,
And hearts ignite,
And spark and sputter,
Through the night,
We take these sparks
And watch them glow,
We call them fire as if we know,
The true power,
Of a crackling flame,
Think all it does is cause us pain,
And burn and sear us to the bone,
Make our hearts flee new-found homes,
When in truth we are afraid,
Too yellow bellied,
To try and brave,
The sweet joy of the lovers flame.

Twelveth Thought

Like a meteor ripping through space, I have passed many stars, even held a few for fleeting moments. Once I even knew a sun. I don't know where I'm going. I suspect I'm not so much in the great unknown as in a solar system, but its so large, and my orbit so wide, I don't see it as such. I don't see where the gravity pulls me, or that it pulls me, i just speed along. Maybe if I'm lucky I'll be pulled into a sun, and meld with it to become part of its brilliant existence.

Eleventh Thought

Don't jump to conclusions
'ill start causing confusions
of the mind and heart
and tear you apart
piece by piece
and breath by breath
until you doubt yourself to death

Tenth Thought

When I'm with you I am free!
When I'm with you I can see!
Life has so much more in store for me!
Can't stay quite gotta shout and sing!

Freed from the shackles of those darker days,
Warmth has returned and its here to stay!
I wouldn't have it any other way!
I'm saying farewell to those darker days!