intertwined balance between barred lines far off the distance seems to lie and i see your vision getting bigger your blue eyes start to jitter

cold midst of a gasp light through ice pause you position staring twice

is there light still behind me do i fall into the tunnel i still dream of darkness until it confronts me

Superstitions always seemed to facinate me. I remember Adam told me something about how the romans used to avoid battles just from odd patterns in the birds flight. Being stationed for three years now many other pleas for the supernatural have stuck around with me.

One of these flashed through my mind momentarily when smoking my cigar with my comrades. I get handed a lit match, and I hold the flame to the bud of my cigar. As soon as I could inhale another soldier, Homer, reaches over for the lit match. I was told entering the army to never light three cigarettes with one match, and like a wave retreating from the sea this thought in my head ebbs away.

“These superstitions are meaningless anyway.”

Or so I wish could be true. Soon a sniper drew And i solitarily knew When I handed Homer that match, I put the red dot on his chest.

I was just getting off work. It was just me and Alice that day. I remember the clouds like a dark pillow in the sky preventing any light from a quick escape. Along our route to the lonesome yet overcrowded tenement we pass the small bakery, about 2 blocks from our home. The enticing smell of the dough burning in their stone ovens reminds me of the endless repeating cycle some call liberty and i call life.

Rain begins to trickle from the sky and Alice nods off to me as she reaches her doorstep.

Goodbye

Come to find out on the following morning by an officer grasping his top hat in his left hand. “We believe you were the last person to see Alice alive.” What a reticule of atrophy disguised in a lack of understanding of the story. Her body was found in the sewer, with signs of sexual assault and extreme physical trauma. I was told she never returned home and they had an aliby from someone at the bakery. This tale so raveling I froze.

Such pathetic thinking to understand the insane. I imagine who done it being one whom holds such menacing stare you can see the misery outlined in his desires. But that path seemed unclear and there it be only me and my defense of I wasn’t there.

first scene a story forms life beneath sings buried underneath screams hurry below birch a silent scream hold me through my destiny

is there a figure that follows, or a beast whom awaits? there’s no passion in this life, i can obtain, so why does fear, still control my brain.

4/12/18 my prediction for tomorrow. The weather is nice but how nice. Hopefully its not too bad, why dont we go to the store and get some coffee. Caffiene sure gets me going. How often does he come by, knocking at your door, tell me darling. What happens in the dark what happens in the dark. Everything i dont know im so afraid, how does this stop how do i behave where am i going how did i end up in this place. Lovely situation awful world where do i begin how do i find connection. Its love in the end its love that matters in the end. Do your best help others whether they deserve it or not, we all go in our situation on our own, love. Peace. War is bad your beautiful let my heart surround you. Life can be warm again. You’ll find your land dont be afraid to change. Smile

7/26/28 its not like things havent changed but how did i expect things to get better if the only gaurentee we get in life is time to pass and life to end. Well well i guess now i sit in a coffin and words go unknown. The date will always change. Time is your perception. Words you here are their projection. Stop fighting for your answers. Know who and where you belong. I stand to seek beauty between you and me. We are a endless infinity to new beginnings just you and me. How soft and sweet how soft and sweet.

1/3/14 ive been so excited i got my first xbox i forgot about this journel!! ive been playing madden with my online friend owen non stop all winter breakk.

dropped from the sky through autumn leaves the sun forms a shadow to help me hide

her journey starts up high oh how softly she shines through the echo light through the echo light

why the light in the morning tell me why tell me why everyday you wake up to it everyday im just performing