-_- North Star -_-
03-13-08, 09:32 PM
A quantum of tears fell. The city is a citadel, as well as a living hell - where chaos reigns. Rays of light, sutures in the night, crystalline azure - glistened in the rain. Misery my fuel for hatred, however unrelated to cultured ears, I’m too familiar with drunken sentimentality - of a parlance whose texture is largely profanity. Don’t think the irony escapes me - the malady of my fallacy! Leaning against gravity, I’m standing on the edge of a bottomless chasm of sarcasm. Trajectories of my thoughts, phantom vector lines pulsating through protoplasm, tracing the lament and equilibrium of my unilateral descent - my path of perseverance in this miasm. An aura of soliloquies instilled in me - an atmosphere of unspoken reflections, the sapience of my sentience – prevents me from plummeting into a depth of intelligence I can’t fathom. I suppose I’m out of repose, as such is agony itself when feelings expose. To whom the decibels tolls, behold a child of the slums, burdened with parents whose inner moon shines, superimposed on stagnant puddles of decadence. In a sense, I lost my innocence, the pathos of my tragedy, through the art to cry and scold. In spite of the grime, the suffering and intoxicated fury directed bitterly at my jaws: here is a child whose voice ring defiantly against the granite of law! Far better than my environment, I sensed that the effort to imagine - to divine: the fatal necessity became irrellevant. The texture becoming a web, all advances were relentless and the atmosphere transparent. Suffering at the hands of fate, intelligence was beaten into me, cowed ferocity expressed as death; a distance measured in one deep breath - the last exhale. To no avail, bets were placed by siblings as I’m pummeled by a father, quarreling with mother, hoping that there would be no end to this tale. After the odds were set, and the sun spun like a golden marble in a galactic roulette, I bet my soul for a glimpse into the future. Having yet to win, I was promised to peer through a rift in space and time before God closed the suture. I felt very much at peace, as the sun circled around the rim of a black hole and the gravity of the situation began to increase. I saw the sun set, in a pocket of space where time is known to freeze. Expecting my chances to spiral out of control, I decided to keep my soul, leave the future alone, and give back the time I stole to be born again.