DARK SHADOWS OF MY MIND

 

 

The nightmare of my mind.

Crammed with trees and dirt.

A deserted forest of the night.

No visitors or intruders.

Only death and silence.

Graves mark the spot

Where life once stood.

Now inhabited with

darkness and shadows.

Shadows drifting across

space and my mind.

DARK SHADOWS OF MY MIND

 

The nightmare of my mind.

Crammed with trees and dirt.

A deserted forest of the night.

No visitors or intruders.

Only death and silence.

Graves mark the spots

where life once stood.

Now all that’s left is

darkness and shadows.

Shadows drifting across

space and my mind.

WE WAIT

Browse

Richard Misrach, ‘Clearing Storm Near Kingman,’ 1985, Robert Mann Gallery

 

Emptiness.

A vast open space.

Open to the sky.

Coated in dust and mud.

Rearranged by sand storms.

Washed by the rain.

We wait for help.

For the weather.

For settlers.

For investors.

We wait.

YOUR ELEVATOR IS WAITING

The doors open.
The elevator is waiting.
Pick a floor.
Any floor.
It doesn’t matter which one.
For it goes to one place.
Up.
Through the clouds.
High above it all.
Where you could let go.
Let your imagination soar.
To new heights.
To new beginnings.
To the impossible.
To the improbable.
Take a deep breath.
What do you see?
What do you want to see?
All becomes possible.
All becomes probable.
Enjoy.

AN ELECTRIC STORM

Let’s scale the heights.

Careful of the crevices.

The deep valleys.

The empty holes.

Climb the next ridge.

Enter through an opening.

Small as a fly.

Hear the blood pound.

The synapses sizzle and pop.

Journey through the darkness.

Through the unknown.

Exhilarating as an electric storm.

Colorful as a fireworks display.

A ride through space and time.

ARE THERE OTHERS?

atraversso:

Flying by Davide Arizzi

What is out there?

Are we all alone

in this universe?

Are there others?

Other life forms

on planets far away.

Looking out at their sky

and asking the same question:

Are there others?

FREE FALL THROUGH SPACE

What does it feel like?

To free fall

through the air.

To let yourself go

to the feeling.

To step back and fall.

Nothing but air

until you hit the water.

To believe in yourself.

To believe in the water

to cushion your fall.

Total freedom.

An escape from life.

An escape from reality.

What does it feel like?

I’ll let you know

after I hit the water.