A twitch starts slowly, moving itself into simple ideology, caressing it's way into your mental frame, until your state of mind becomes simply pleasantries, or melancholy. Silently stirring, quietly discerning before the bystanders with simple warnings, simple mind frames, silently judging while the acclamations rise solemnly, like a wave of justice it moves swiftly, until mentality rises above individuality, where there is nothing more trustworthy as hypocrisy... yet I consistently believe in symmetry. Lessening the deeper meaning, empty vessels stand watchfully, using mechanical responses as imagery, or faulty memories as delicacies, as tapestries. Delicate is our balance, rising above this state of malice, where anger still resides, in the most resonating minds... cleanliness strikes my soul, leaking happiness through a tiny hole, until my heart feels as if it must explode, and my simple minded foes begin to break their hold... I had forgotten how to breathe. How to see the beauty in simple things. How to feel the touch of a pure hand. How to trust the mortal man. I have seen death, life and love, and learned to overcome emotions such as lust, while maintaining a clearer mental frame, without remorse or even shame, yet to date I must confess, a love so pure I could not possess, for fear of fear or love or death, I've made mistakes and have finally learned from them. A twitch starts slowly, moving itself into beauty, caressing it's way into your mental frame, until your state of mind becomes pleasantries.
Created: May 13, 2010Document Media