Common Glances -------------------------------------------
radio waves have fascinated the frontal lobe in my brain
and consistently tarnish the silver lining of my steadfast tears, touched by the shortness of breath and life
overwhelmed by four hours of selfless, simple and pure goodness displayed by human beings
it is within me
and all the yawning in the world cannot seem to suffocate the textures of portraits, displaying the character with her sense of smell
(my how large your nose is)
not always deceiving with how much you can see (my oh my what big eyes you have)
Sometimes I write things that are fantasy only to realize it is a dream
that when I take a step it is always in the direction of my imagination
when I speak I am telling stories that have whispered to me
somewhere in the abyss there is a black hole surrounded by billions and billions more water than we hold here on earth
and what is the capacity to love out there in space
It seems that you and I live and thing in different realms ... it becomes kind of difficult for me to interpret and blend along the realms you portray in your words ... Coming back when i am saner might make me associate more with your writings
My apologies ... for not being able enough to understand and appreciate your pieces ...
However I did like this line a lot:
"Sometimes I write things that are fantasy only to realize it is a dream"
Sort of makes me understand parts of what you write ...