Falter.

You soar for a while. Then you fall back to Earth.

Like a Miami Morning coming down.

It's only the end of the world again.

Waiting

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"
"hmm.... I like making you laugh..."
"hmm..."

And then they kissed, like lonely Eskimos in the freezing cold. And it seemed like everything was alright.

Everything will be alright...

Blurb

It's a long walk, wherever you're coming from. Alleys snake through streets littered with the footsteps of thousands, dying or, at some level, already dead. It's with a heavy head that you kill yourself with every subsequent step. Doors swing open, faces tilt upwards, and then back down into their respective glasses of some poison of choice. Murmurs swim around in the background, to trample your thoughts in the foreground. The cigarette lady's smoke has followed you inside, and it's still dancing with that point of focus your eyes seem to choose when there's nothing else to look at, and nobody to talk to. Voices ring out, and some assembly is required. Screeches, thumps, booms and tingles all announce themselves, and thoughts are set aside.

Angels sing falsettos whilst mortals bear tattoos, and a child squeals in the joy of innocence.

For when you're on stage, and the lights are on, nothing else matters.

You hide it so very well nowadays, that I don't know if you miss me at all.

I am no more the reason you smile.

Torment in Torrents.

When there's too much to say, and I just don't know where to begin, I'll spin in this silence, and turn cyclones inside out. I'll rip through a thousand time frames, adjust the lay of the land, and spontaneously combust.

And the silence will bear no longer. The sound of a thousand thoughts and memories will crush mountains like wanton boys would to flies. God would tremble in the wake of such rapture.

But what price will I pay to finally let go of this symphony swirling in the depths of their grandeur?

Choppy waters choose not to give respite to those poor souls left flailing for their lives.
So they swallow the water, just as the water swallows them whole.

You said you needed a shoulder.
I stayed.

You seem to be doing fine. But that doesn't matter.
I have not been dismissed, even though you seem not to need me.

I'll still wait. For I want to be forever your shoulder...