Flaming June

As I sit here my mind is rampant yet I’m stumbling in a daze, eyes fixed on a blinking cursor.

How do I turn these thoughts into a visualization? Is my mind capable of the separation of reality from illusion? Perhaps at times like these it’s best not to try and just succumb to melancholy pensiveness.


                                         S o m n a m b u l a t e d.

Compulsion paints the portrait of my life and my ways.
It is my quintessence, my personal trademark ,the center of habitual delirium.

Though I scream for movement I am at a standstill. Frozen in a mentality that’s slowly building its fortress around me. 

Rise or Fall?
                Overcome or Become? 

 I suppose I was so swept up in my own little fantasy that I was blind to the truths creeping in. You can only push so many things into a closet until the door refuses to shut and it all comes falling out.

Falling out onto those that open it.

Crash.

       Collide.
                 Beware.
                             Be aware.

 "Too many shadows in my room
Too many hours in this midnight
Too many corners in my mind
So much to do to set my heart right
Oh, it’s taken so long
I could be wrong,
I could be ready
Oh, but if I take my heart’s advice
I should assume it’s still unsteady
I am in repair

Stood on the corner for a while
To wait for the wind to blow down on me
Hoping it takes with it my old ways
And brings some brand new luck upon me......"

-In Repair: John Mayer