Some Old Hat..

Located a few segments of thoughts that date back to a more hectic chapter of life.

I'm afraid of losing them..at least here, they can collect dust in the open.

Never leave me un-attended in the playground of my mind.
Far too many things to have an accident on.

My head is a tangled knot of illusion
...where does the reality lie?

Enchanting fabrications make me ill.
What ill bought reality do I play in this time?

Distance is a sickness
Distance is a strange sickness.
An illness.
...It's catching.

Keep your distance from distance. Or else die upon the heartache of the loss of love.

I'm bitter

It sickens me how stabs of jealously get lodged in my throat. I gag upon the emotion. It lays like a corset about me, and squeezes in my ribs with each fleeting breath.

Calm down little mind...your twisted reality will be the death of you yet.

-----------------------------------------------A different stem of ideas, yet held in the same nature.

My mind is a mound of hissing snakes...they pry at my soul...

I trust in nothing. And jealousy eats away at my heart.

What is wrong...what can it be...why do I bow before the wind blows..

Something is coming...I can feel it snapping at my heels..

It makes me flee. For to fight it..would render more tears than fear combined could bring forth.

Why does my heart pound so..and my mind whirl with notions not yet seen.

I am alert to the elements, and my mind is a playground of wonton energies.