i spoke with a dark figure tonight and he said, "beware! beware!"

i spoke with myself and said, "be weary! be weary!"

there was no reason for such warnings and there were no signs. there were doves in the trees swaying in a clear blue sky. feelings of joy mingled with anxiety and longing. emotional distress and psychological acuteness. a confusion of being and not. a refusal to acknowledge the obvious and disturbing sights. denial and cunundrums mixed in the world that i grew froom my own mind to survive. TO SURVIVE!

did it work? no! HELL NO!

nothing works in my world anymore. empty solitude. a yearning without reproach. a desire without channel or station. nowhere to go.

reaching out of the hand to empty cold air. reaching out of the soul to swarm with the angels, yet, no...NO!

how can i survive alone? is there such a thing after so long? i wish to say not. i wish to say nah!

walking on the white sands along the crystal blue water in a far off island near nowhere. the Sun above shining brightly upon the head as the palm trees sway with a cool breeze. my world. my world that has left me to die in this cold forsaken emptiness in a land that is not my own. a land where the bad is good and the good is bad. confused moral survitude with slavery. where my heart goes, so goes my nation and that nation has abandoned me to this.

blue is no longer blue.