Rambling

There I was. No one to go to no one to see me. Just alone there in the middle of the moonlight. Maybe I wanted you to hear me, maybe I wanted you to need me but in the end in the light of a new day I hated you. I could say whatever I wanted in a world not covered in green, with mass hysteria and an unopened Pandora’s box around each corner. Maybe I ramble maybe I have no idea what I’m saying. Life ticks by as my fingers glide upon computer keys. Sometimes all you have to do is believe. I cannot keep up with my own mind as thoughts pour out all I can do is press rewind and hope I capture in one second a moment where there is no happy no sad no in-between just pure unaltered bliss. That’s all anyone could ever want. No, I do not go back and read what I say I simply skip ahead and read what I’m about to say what I cannot see is what I can see. Sure, I’ll make errors in this time misspell a few words, sure. This has nothing to do with my writing with my inner imagination in the words spun into magic only sealed with a kiss of death. I make no sense yet, am a life saver to that of the misunderstood. Quote me, beat me, never repeat me. Somethings don’t make sense, somethings don’t fit but, that’s life and that’s just the way things are. Suck it up you’re out of luck. I don’t even know what I’ve said to be completely honest to you warden, I’ve been staring down at a keyboard simply tapping away at letters that form words, words that form sentences, and sentences that form this. I’m nothing but a prisoner of an unconventional world, strapped to an hourglass. It is to you, I admit that maybe I’ve gone to far, I’ll always be the speck of dirt that never became a star. I’ll always wonder who you are. I’ve written enough haven’t I? have I not spilled to you my inner soul my black soul yet heart of gold?  I don’t know how many times I have written or about many different things I cannot in this time tell you but what I can say is that there is no meaning of the word no. you can shape break and mend but this idea you will never apprehend. Looking for the best final sentence, looking for the next best thing to say. Something poetic, something that rhymes, a sentence that damn near stops time. These are just ramblings of the poetically insane and there I have shown you a door, if you dare to open it, into the insanity hidden in my brain. The mind numbing madness. Have you ever seen the face in the moon? This man in the moon always gone too soon. I’m tired now, goodnight, time to end this ghoulish fight.