ESCAPE

My Escape


The empty depth of my soul.
vacant and white.
With random images of
Manga characters,
their powers, their desires,
reflecting on the base of this emptiness..
The water surface..
My soul is a lake,
around it a forest
of green and brown,
Lively colors, but no sound.
None at all.. just visuvals.
The leaves move, the water ripples.
droplets of the dew on pale latice of an old leaf
like you would call a spider's web.
There is nothing else,
except the elements and the trees.
And defiantly no element of sound.
So here I can block away what I cannot see.
Permanatly, disregard the truth's existance.
It may be there, the sound, I mean,
I may be deaf...a posibility.
This is the silence I seek.
I do not seek out the existance of sound,
nor that how may trees shead their leaves.
the water is clear, blue green
in my iris, like ice, but soft like my breath.
So calm, so quiet.

hey who the hell told you I had a deifeciency for common sence??

To tell you the truth... I lost my common sense in that last coke-float I downed....bottoms up....there was too much of the vanilla essence in that batch and the coke wasn't cold enough and the froth that usually freezes was all aired out in the ac of the take away...um... tat was cold crap.... had to walk home with a sore butt and a sore neck with spondulitis problem... and it's not because of my weight...its 'coz of my wait...