Life.

It's the moments when your puzzled mind finally comes together with a full and complete answer. The jaded pieces finally fit, and the picture isn't how you imagined it. It's a portrait of you in shoes, but they aren't yours. A beautiful ray of light shines from behind. Yet it's faded, because it's all an elaborate illusion that's meant for a display of pearly whites. It's a home that you'll never occupy.


It's an imperfect perfection that drives you into the ground. It whispers to you everyday reminding you of the same thing. An arcade machine tells you to try again. The quarters have melted in your pockets. You have no business trying again, because it isn't in the stars for you. Hell, you don't even believe in the stars.


Your roof is made of smiles, even a welcome mat or two. Yet your interior lacks all its furniture and your fireplace is empty. The ashes remain in the cold hollow stack. They can see through your broken windows. She can see through your broken windows. The rust is showing again, from when it used to rain. The thunder resonates through your mind. It really was that loud. The sun never sets here anymore; you'll always see what you don't want to.


The shoes tighten like an aged grip. The light dies down and slows to a simmer. Tunnels end approaching; you break free of your wants. You're crumbling alone on this unstable pile of earth. Finally a pair for yourself; time to walk the open road. "Love like the wind" , they said. Invisible always; but sooner or later, you'll feel it. Until then, just keep walking.


Something I wrote a long time ago. It's funny how it still makes perfect sense to me.

And now for something completely different:




Self-explanatory.