Unfold

Chiseled away, slowly worn down the night is always long and day is always a suffering, a burden of what needs to take place and it is easier to be flexible than to stand for what no longer makes sense, the meaning becomes defined by the culture,

How the sing, their voices in my mind, I see their shadows flit across my path, no longer invisible, each smile becomes a grin, a grin becomes a hug, and old memories are relived and I find that the dead keep on to life, while I have fallen in love

How strange that fate should let loose the threads, here they come spinning, in and out of this cloth, we see it not for all we view are the perceptions, it is the other side where the crowd appraises, and behind the scenes

What softness, what tenderness to fell no great glory when the opponent is knocked down, what sadness it is to feel this heaven called empathy, and meaningless whatever when it never should have been,

He liked the consistency, the steady logical way out, each route told him exactly what he needed to do, to go from here to there and it was beginning to calm his anxious mind, the unreal slowly became real as he began to find his balance

A knight who has lost his armor, a knight who has lost his spear, his sword, a knight who has been charmed by a rouge, a knight swayed with ghost reminding him of all the things he failed to do, a knight who loses a fight

Val, bashed up and quite small now, smaller than he ever felt before when Pug easily bullied him into a flatness he had not felt for a long time, so flat, the notes were like noise in his head, no longer a melody, the exuberant feelings

One feared she lost a soul, one feared he lost a life, a lifetime of pleasure, of chasing wind, wind you never can catch, feels good though, this hope that something better comes along,

Old itch scratch, the sore almost healed, the thickening crust on the skin reddish and the pink beneath screaming: fingers tear at blisters, breaking old wounds, pain floods and it is still more scratch, old desires inflamed from having been

A lifetime of sacrifice and pretending otherwise, my funny stories, my demeanor made to look cute, cute for you, my jokes once again for you, since it seems you are too thick to understand that I have no need to jokes when they have been rehearsed a thousand times, from me,