-Ramblings of the mindless numb of Humming Cicadas-
At some point the realness of skin becames blurred in the inconsistent consistancy of moments in the fall and rise of the sun.
Stars raping our minds each night of the craziness of each day, swallowed up by desires for everything and yet for nothing.
I find myself floating in an abyss of thoughts profound yet ignorant, covered by the tattered clothing of this life.
Nothing seems to come as it could rather it falls from the sky as if it were pieces of shattered mirrors bounding from the halls of Zeus to fall upon the dusty earth below.
Want what is good to befall us, rather then to be living over and over the insanity of this irrational set of events in this life.
Let the struggle be lightened, If only just a little instead of gaining the disasters.
Let the world look upon the broken reflections that lay beneath our feet so we might see what it is to breath?
Has the chaos lost us in incoherent state, where mind separates from soul. Leaving us torn, unwell, unknown,
Listen can't you hear the cicadas humming, distant, numbing, the ramblings of the mindless, of the Cicadas hum?
LISTEN!
