Unwinding.

There is no coherency, no time, space or matter. No stability or sense, no tangible elements float and mingle with no thought or regard for the other. Just a mass of void, an area of nothing, a block of stupid, which in itself is a oxymoron. Dull colours cover the eyes, cloud the sky and draw a scene, monochrome and insipid. But are we pretending or have we always been cloaked, been deluded, been lured? Was this over before it ever began, is it easier to lead with eyes closed, drawing on the imagination with arms wide open?

Telling lines spoken into the air before fading into oblivion, whose architects are we who seem to trip on the cords that draw the lines of failure. Where is the gravity that pulls us down, where are the ropes that bind us to the earth? Where are the seconds that countdown our remaining time, where is the space within which we call home? We sing this song, play this melody and fill the night with songs whose feelings and emotions become increasingly difficult to discern and decode. A ball that is thrown into the air, expecting a different result each time by overlooking its impossibility. A fire started that continues to rage, for putting it out would require too much effort.

Darkness of the moment like the tunes in my ears, the shadow that envelops my room, the bleakness of the future, and the uncertainty of an eternity, eclipses pulsations of those closest kilometers away. The time brings a warning, a reminder that life continues to revolve with our without us. Time unfurls like a standard blowing in a sea of carnage, immutable in the ground.
"A thing of beauty is a joy forever", but what is forever?


"Man is condemned to be free; for once thrown out into the world he is responsible for everything he does."