Sifting through what I thought were my bones, my structure, to realize they are but plastic formed from molds. Discovering my foundation, when all I ever knew was artificial. The flesh, tendon, muscle is relieved. It finally feels as if it can grasp reality and form. Now, to regrow a thick skin.
He was a pancake.
Maple syrup tastes good. Wait.
Was hit by a car.
Listless. Eyes float focus. White. Grey. Procrastinating in movement.
A cloud consumes the head. Mouth open: filled with vapor. Humid, lukewarm. Throat is filled with air bubbles. Summer nights. Dull silence. Eyes are stretched to full open, but deny it. Claiming to be closed. Dust settles.
A craken has seeped its tendril into the spine. He rips it from its place. Spots patten the spinal column. Remanance. It pulled him to the deep. Grounded into the sand beneath the navy waters. An anvil.
He eases to the surface. A first breath from a long time.
Warmth. Sand. Lake.
Snort. Chatter. Grin.
Tease. Reverie. Memory.
Feet. Shore. Empty.
Simplification of self-validation. Internal disrespect to self in some attempt of humility. Self-abuse defined as motivation.
Acceptance before punishment. Progress is a benefit, but forced discipline marks a wrong path. I keep on tripping.
Smile. I believe in you. Define the positive, and keep marching.
Welcome to another random write, where one writes the first words that come to mind, and then sees if there is any sense to be found in the nonsense. I would suggest trying it, very therapeutic
Swift entitlement quivers in picked ginger. Timeless ponders epitomize a quantified parabola. Shifts of sheriffs in highlighter shades. Lemons linger in wonder boxes. If only for the storage, He’d wince at existential purism. Encroach on the roaches that seep only halfway. I’d fly away, if only I had ferocity. Heptagonal interpretation leaves snarks with torches pinned for prosperity. Smile in triangulation. Linger in the laundry-hamper, lifting shifters planning plantation in the cerebral cortex. Shelf life is apocalyptic entropy in labeled pint glasses. Ridicule the titillation. Lumber across open pine-cones. Toes are extraterrestrial combatants. Handshakes are coming in cans. Plurality is melting yeti discrimination. Line up. Shackle the temptation in heretics found in glass elephants. Hero the tribe.