atrasties

I have read the words on the wind and find myself yearning to be blown to a distant shore where I might be picked up and flung about, the lost toy of a little girl. There is a tear on my cheek and I shake as if to hide it. She might see it and I already feel a loss of some kind in her eyes, even though Ive never seen them.
In my mind I am and may forever be some kind of lost creature. I still dont feel a kinship to people, I see the horror they bring to each other and cant say I care, its all bad and makes me feel pity but no remorse for the loss.

Yes; monster,

I like that word, it brings funny things into my head. Pretty pictures of people running and things with dark shadows eating their flesh, cant be memories but something close. I have found a bit of what Ive lost, now to find more. I need to spit into the wind and feel it slap back in my face,
ahh cool refreshment.

I have been away for so long and I can feel the road turning back to what it should have been all along. Mine. Shadows run at my heels and I cant tell if Im about to bite or be bitten maybe both, its a good feeling to not know if the answer you have is for the question on your lips or for one as yet unasked.
Sail on to silver shores and feast upon the breath of new gods, scream into the day and wait for it to scream back, dont settle. Move, maim yourself in an effort to be first in everything but dont let them see you do it, just be waiting across the line with a smile and a drink in your hand; make it a cocktail, a manhattan if you like, that will really piss them off. Might even mistake you for a ghost, some ethereal being left behind to show the way to the other side,
or not.

Maybe just some prick, either way you win.



just cleaning up some stray thoughts, it is spring after all.