The name of the game...?

Fractured images in this cubism of my psyche. Distorted visions full with delay, sort of psychotropic distractions synthesized as an enzyme in the body; changing my blood with a substitute, strange flow of information connecting it all.

A niche of wild noises, irresistible cacophony on the display of a loud mind, a mind lost long ago. In this civil unrest there’s never sleep for the wicked.

And yet again, a touch on a young skin with the smell of soft and tender. An intro to a bond that will inevitably be broken, because that’s an option, it’s meant to be like that.

Look around, fall has come… weird attractions come to rise, seductive charms changing the game. And in this game there are many rules to break…

To feel just to feel

Right now… weird attractions come to rise, perverting any residual trace of common sense.

Words become irrelevant, undesirable… only feelings remain to stand tall without any need for interpretation. A mixture of notes echoing and quaking the entire region that is me. To feel just to feel, and nothing less.

I soar into the heights of my youth deliberately deleting into oblivion every single thought able to be transformed into articulate speech. I leave the mists of any form of abstract thinking to kiss the shadows of remembrance, letting it all to shrink into a pale dot aiming toward invisibility. Forgiven and forced into a closed loop, in there thought can only have dominion upon itself, trapped into an endemic region where it can freely thrive and remain in its essence what it really is... an unwanted distraction!

Occupied with draft in the head and with a heart full of smiles, I know that life is an open system, resistant to entropy, pretty much simple and easily likeable.