pre-digested nouvelle sustenance

"Soup"

He had barely enough to get by and the relics from the past were fast becoming the diet he hated to stomach. It is entirely possible he was barely scraping by in the sepia hue of yesterdays shadows; the trees seemed longer in the decay of the newly forgotten afternoons. The page seemed to write itself on repeat even though his hands looked different in the mirror. He inspected his entire body daily wherever he could find his reflection. Sometimes the multiplicity of his self led him to belive he had more to make up for then he thought. In time karma began to have an assigned value his sins an abstract currency he couldn't pocket or pawn. He couldn't find the words to explain the present so he invented the future. In the evenings he would come home to find her asleep in the one room they shared together. The curtains drawn by the negative space of emptiness outside; a weak wind and a vacumn. He pulled them to anyway as his eyes could not handle the emptiness this canvas presented. His eyes found her again and again as they did in the evenings just before he lost her in the "third shift" an idea she presented in such vivid detail he had to believe in it......




	pre-digested nouvelle sustenance I believe i can make it till morning Home Get Email Updates Email Me Admin Password Remember Me 1750 Curiosities served Share on Facebook				2004-03-07 4:05 PM taken from someones pocket Previous Entry :: Next Entry Read/Post Comments (0) "Soup" He had barely enough to get by and the relics from the past were fast becoming the diet he hated to stomach. It is entirely possible he was barely scraping by in the sepia hue of yesterdays shadows; the trees seemed longer in the decay of the newly forgotten afternoons. The page seemed to write itself on repeat even though his hands looked different in the mirror. He inspected his entire body daily wherever he could find his reflection. Sometimes the multiplicity of his self led him to belive he had more to make up for then he thought. In time karma began to have an assigned value his sins an abstract currency he couldn't pocket or pawn. He couldn't find the words to explain the present so he invented the future. In the evenings he would come home to find her asleep in the one room they shared together. The curtains drawn by the negative space of emptiness outside; a weak wind and a vacumn. He pulled them to anyway as his eyes could not handle the emptiness this canvas presented. His eyes found her again and again as they did in the evenings just before he lost her in the "third shift" an idea she presented in such vivid detail he had to believe in it...... Read/Post Comments (0) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top