::imaginative introspection::

Imagine that all life is an illusion. All that exists is this moment. No past, no future, each memory, every plan, a part of the illusion. Life, in a photograph.

Do you like the image of yourself?

Monday, March 2, 2009


time stops ticking

and smears along

and my head spins again

just a little longer

this time around

I won’t fall down

I need a sedative

cause you can’t just let me live

I need a sedative

to stop this internal pacing

but my mind will atrophy

without stimulation

I’m just at the border where the sane are

all too easily pushed

over the line

they lose their grip

on that bit of humanity

they desperately grasp

all instinct


they fight to survive with whatever remains

and so with my mind I will crush you.

why aren’t you running yet?


  1. Line 14; I reckon you've missed a letter in one of the words "ëailiy". Decent one!!!