The fence between heaven and hell...

Perched here in my nest of solitude. EVERYTHING escapes me EXCEPT mind and text and the constant boggling scenarios I try and place my self in for if one day the universe welds a situation my way I'm better prepared. Like the feeling of goldfishes swimming around in tiny fish bowls during circus time.And the signs appear everywhere, even the grape drink I'm sipping on says “bring it” down the side. I have so much of nothing to offer and yet I'm content with having a selective few to engage in small talk and random acts of madness.I question my youth and the capsule I was bestowed. I feel ancient inside. I feel as if sometimes I'm destined to be capsized by my own mouth and ghostly imagination. What happens when the world around you loses its glow? And the eternal amber that spark love and lust burn out? I must then make friends with devastation and disaster.

“THE JOY OF LIFE COMES FROM OUR ENCOUNTERS WITH NEW EXPERIENCES AND HENCE THERE IS NO LONGER GREATER JOY THAN TO HAVE AN ENDLESS CHANGING HORIZON, FOR EACH DAY TO HAVE A NEW AND DIFFERENT SUN”- Alexander Supertramp