When I wake,

The grainy static that sits overtop my thoughts delays momentarily

Blinking the sleep out, I struggle to contemplate over the scenes that played out in the night before they leave me completely,

Failed, so I get ready and walk out,

Hands in my pockets the grain seeps back in,

Nodding back and forth as the sleep tries to overtake, a flash breaks through, the world as if looking thr...

Within the vast expanse of brilliant blue,

Jagged fractures spread,

Through smudges of golden white,

As if the heavens hold a razor blade,

Slicing through the sky with great precision.

Each fissure, each crack,

A painful gaping wound,

Bleeding beams of light in golden rays,

Beautiful scars upon the skin of blue,

Where sun rays, like prying fingers,

Desperately push their way through.

Obliterate...

I always thought the sky was breathtaking

But I never thought it could look like this

The endless blue dome shattering into millions of shards right above me

When I was young and foolish,

I was told the atmosphere was made of gasses

But as pieces of sky crash down like glass shards,

I can see that’s not the truth

How can I be expected to stay strong and live through this pain

When even the ...

Wading freely, rapt in the spend of magic, where now only the shallows of the heart flow beneath. Where shadows play..drawn by the careful shape of an eye.

Seeing, where light shines no longer

Beating, the heart which bled asunder

Believing, that love still stirs hidden in a dream. With each scene spun silken and true....

I was on my way

When the sky started to crack

That weird chick was right...

“Okay, so it was barely there,” I shrug and give a nervous laugh. “It was seriously just my eyes. Right? Right. Stuff like that doesn’t happen, Miguel.”

Miguel sips his lukewarm coffee and shrugs as stiffly as I. “There have been reports of the sky glitching. Just as there have been UFO reports, Big Foot and Yeti. Shit, even the talking, walking, transforming werewolves.”

I stare for while and b...

Different levels, entrance to exist. Chaos is a matter of perception and persist…

A shifted moment of focus in the stars is changing the world; subtitle me Mars. Yet, I'm more terrified by this blank beneath my skin. The darkness that creeps along my grin. Consumed with rage, consumed by hell. The little starry scars that try to erase me, within my rotten shell...

Behind those clouds is where I’...

Head in the clouds

Feet on the ground

Plodding slowly towards reality

But above, above, so far above

Lies the infinite

Fire woven

In the gold of morning

A sea of clouds

Lined in silver but made of blood...

When I first glance at the end of this. I began thinking of how to understand what I should be doing with the time I have left to react. Now I hear my coworkers yelling at me to do what I have to do to escape, now there’s only 3 ways to escape the situation, the first one is a jeep sitting on mudslide safe wheels with the power of a wild bear in it, the second one we have a not so cool helicopter ...

Clouds sparkling of the purest of white in the sky.

Only an artist could have painted that!

Step for step and hear and feel the crunch of the gravel beneath my feet

The melody of the morning dove perched on the fence line, only to be muffle by the rhythmic beat of the woodpecker

I giggle to myself, inhale the sweet morning dew

While the sun kisses you on the forehead

Just say YESSS GOD! I’m...