It is as delicate and solitary, as the night is dark and indulgent. My mind. You have prodded at it enough. Callused membrane. Futility exists, when trying to comprehend its contents. There is no use to indulge yourself within the realms of honesty and purity. There are no thoughts for you to reflect upon, or to bathe within. The sweet sad notes of your voice; lingering and tingling within the shards of broken glass you swallowed. There is no future here for you to dwell within. There only exists the past of consecrated misfortunes and prior devastations, which will only know your broken words and thoughts, for your consideration. The tingling of shattered nerves, seem to scratch and itch within themselves. Ready to ignite the soulmates and the soul’s fates. You were speaking empty words, with a native tongue, within the singularity of tempting the masses. Your people. Sweating and wetting upon your unguarded fleshy mind. A doormat for strangers to walk over. Welcome. Come on in. Make yourself at home. The song within your beaten heart, will never be sung nor heard. The stinging within your words, will forever linger upon your dripping tongue. Another shattered and lathered bedtime story. Waiting for me to tuck you in; tucking you back into your coma. Time flies when you are unconscious, as this is the best way to travel. Dead weight as carry-on luggage. Dead weight for others to carry-on. An inconsideration you will always consider. I can hear your necrotic whispers in my ears. You thought they would sound sexy in my ears. My ears have heard it all.
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Random Old Men
I know the light never wanted me here. When I go outside to lurk within the societal realm, I will usually spot an old man, quietly sitting by himself. This old man is distant from the others sitting around him, as though he wants nothing to do with them. With the intensity of his thoughts glowing within his eyes; he looks into the distance of time and space. This is the distance contained within the past, or the uncertainty contained within the near future. Smoking cigarettes and drinking coffee alone, can be a relaxing moment within one’s life. This can also reveal the emptiness, which has been acquired over many decades from being alone within one’s life. When I see these random old men smoking cigarettes and drinking coffee alone, I know this is quite possibly what my future could look like. Confusion. Fight. Change. Want. Need. Touching. Feeling. Nothing. Not much. Nothing is random. Everything has purpose and meaning.
G.G. Kalfas 