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A Second Look

Take a second look and you’ll see

The monsters that followed you everywhere

Creeping in the basement

Hiding in the closet

Lurking under the bed

The beady eyes of every eerie stuffed animal

The long reaching shadow of your favorite tree

A tomorrow that will never be

An insecurity that always be

An idea that grew to be

All exist only within me, a truth which makes you see
The fearsome one… Has always been me


The Scene I See

All roads end in disaster

All I can do is stand still

The scene around me begins to change…

And I start to see

Even standing still is not standing still

Disaster will end up finding me.

The Skyscrapers

The skyscrapers standing tall; so close yet still lingering behind. It was a habit of mine to look up at the redness of sky every day as soon as I walked out. The alternating colors, the openness, the setting sun, the varying clouds; it was all so captivating. I stared for a minute then made my way through the crowd. I could feel my legs hitting the back of my coat as I walked. I like my coat. I appreciate the way it acts as a barrier between myself and the outside world.

There was a man standing on the corner; a street performer who had attracted a small crowd. He was a magician by name, a trickster by trade. Nothing but a tale concocted by the mind to explain what the senses had failed to perceive.

I passed by a small café where a young man and woman were engaged in some sort of dispute. They were sitting across from each other. I was trying to figure out if they had finished eating or had not gotten their food yet. It’s best to save arguing until after you eat. You don’t want to ruin the meal. At least after the meal you can part ways.  They were probably having a good night until he said something. Or maybe she’s just mad for no reason. Or maybe he’s mad for some reason. Maybe they’re not even mad, maybe they’re just hungry.

As I approached the parking garage, I noticed a man shifting through his pockets. I wonder what he was looking for. He wasn’t facing the parking garage. He was probably looking for his keys or his phone; two things people always use and are always looking for. How do you lose something you were using two minutes ago?

I was driving away now. My eyes were now required to be focused on the cracked and gravely road; a hundred things to notice and no time to take any of it in. As I drove away, I glanced into the rearview mirror. I noticed the skyscrapers standing tall; so close yet still lingering behind.

How peculiar is man, that what saddens him most is the loss of things that never were.

Nighttime revelations

Tell me, when your eyes happen to open in the night. 

And you begin to lose sleep. 

Lost in a single thought. 

Mind unclouded by the daily noise. 

Covered by your blankets. 

A place and time where anything is possible.

What is it that you pray for?

And every night a fool prays that which he has lost the will to fight for. 

A dream which passed long ago.

Beware the lost traveler. She abandons you then appeals to her sincerity as to your whereabouts.