The film on the mind
Dissipates
Toxins fought against bitterly
Finally run down the drain
Awareness floods in
A mixed blessing
At last, the neglected child realizes
He has painted himself unworthy of love
He had courted further abuse to keep familiar
And when the weather got too rough, he picked up and walked
There is not a woman alive who has kissed both sides of his face
But a few waltzing, happy-faced, neurotic impulses have wrapped their live wires around his heart…and left him twitching
Unadulterated
Pure
Energy
Passion
Unchecked Insecurity
Reflex
Pain
Repulsion
Test Complete
Diagnosis: Unknown
He looks at the boards of the bridges he had dismantled
“Should I try to reach the shores of the lands I once knew?”
Pleading voices call to him from the horizon
“If only I knew that they belonged to a woman who could kiss both sides of my face”
A gray mist rolls in
And obscures him from our view
Is this weather too rough for him?
I wonder what he’ll do…