Prose

Memories painted in my mind in oils and water colors
Some in youthful, happy colors, painted with...

If I cared I would no longer be dangerous
If I mourned
I would know the reason for my grief...

Literally breath of life is our air
The flowing invisible element we take so casually
The...

Me thinks dear Yorick
I am seduced with words today
The floodgates of consciousness got a...

If the days aren't sweet enough then remember how few of them are left
If the trifling things of...

I may sill have days where by brain and body dissociate form each other but that’s okay as I’m learning...

Altered.
Tech
alteration.
Input
acceleration.
Humanity
absorbing...

Larking about, such words came to mind, in the absolute.
There are no crossfire's or antidotes to...

What awaits?
Today
dissolves.
Tomorrow
anticipates.
Merely
...

Raucus, rolling laughter,
Like waves breaking
Surround the tiny room
Filled with smoke...

Mind warp.
Reworked.
Rewired.
Instant
access.
Altered state
of...

Ancient
thought.
Spinning
up.
Past to
present.
...

Gone.
Deep
into the
aether.
Lost
to the
sands
of time....

Contemplations.
Inside and
outside.
Here to
there.
Contemplation....

Quantum mix,
mist, cloud.
Undulations
of uncertainty.
Information....

Ozymandias Wasn’t Here.
Lee.

Some people remain nomads all of their life. Vast is the desert...

Big Bang.
Lee.

Grief has a start point. Like the Big Bang without the creation, instead it...