Locked

Locked in time. Feeling trapped in a realm with no answers and so resolution. Stillness of uncertainty, the calm of panic before the storm. That last breath one takes before thier heart skips a beat as they jump into some freezing Canadian lake. Then, contact: the shock and pain shake your mind and shatter your bones.

The end is hollow and empty with nohing but doubt and fear and pity. Look, look at you... Just look at you. Standing in a fog of nothing, in a grey mist of cold shivers, alone and isolated forever.
No baggage, no noise, no inner struggle. Just empty.

Satellight

Dear HM,

Your timing couldn't have been more perfect. It's all so mysterious to me and at times like this so clear. Perhaps we are all like satellites? Throwing our thoughts and being into a black hole, waiting for someone to pick up our signal. Not even expecting anything complex in response, but just an acknowledgment, a nod, a "yes i hear you", so that at the end of the day we know we are not the only square peg in a round world.

Just to know that there is another red dot on your radar traveling somewhere else but knows of your existence in a world devoid of logic, passion, clarity and truth.

An old friend once told me, "we are like satellites and now that our paths have crossed they will continue to do so". -mjk