Saturday, August 16, 2014

Other side.

These internal battles are being fought with an outsider's army that's led by the insider on the front lines.

The support beams in the structure are failing with only one trapped inside.

Though I am surrounded, I stand alone, watching the steady movements while I'm standing still.
Frozen. Comatose.

As I was driving home tonight the words were spinning tires in my mind and now they've grown cold.

A creative cold case.

The mental toiling has become faint whispers. Perhaps fatigue is the mastermind behind this sullen scene.

I had planned to allow these words to flow once the door behind me shut. Now I'm locked within my quarters with the words on the other side.

Perhaps it's best if some things are left unsaid.

"I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh lord, hold on.."