Words fall on an empty page..
a bitter rage swells to pay
the sage his wage for today.
today..
this day, and age.
Snow..
freshly fallen.
white,
pure.
Innocence is admirable,
yet.. unattainable.
Everyone is attracted
to something
different..
We admire greatness..
and potential..
and individuality..
and originality..
and.. Mercy.
I am an astronaut.
exploring uncharted territories,
Sweeping, expansive plains
of intelligence
and emotion.
The black void
all around.
Always connected
to the mothership.
Never cutting the umbilical
chord...
..discord..
Eat your wheaties,
grow up strong,
brush your teeth
so they don't fall out..
Always work,
always work towards something..
die happy,
leave only
s k e l e t o n s ..
This is Part One of a stream of consciousness writing series. Comments, critiques, opinions are welcome in the comments. Part Two can be found here.. I hope you are looking forward to the continuation of this series.
