My internal need to keep a record of life in real time, cyberspace and beyond. Commentary on the weirdness of our reality which demands diverse intuitiveness of every aspect. Differences of opinion, are very much welcome here.
12.20.2011
Subtly
The beginning of the end is usually not identified as such-
An unsuspecting subtlety of lost keys, forgotten birthdays and that time you showed up at the airport, two days late.
The path that you have taken around town for the last thirty years suddenly seem like a labyrinth of stop signs and dead ends.
Everything and everyone you hold dear mean nothing-
No thoughts of future, only past that slowly fades down-
As if turning the knob, to lower the volume...turning until...eventually you turn to the click of the off position.
You sit...in silence...eyes glossed over...waiting
-Cristal Rais