MoZaic

Delusional interpretations of the sublime . I remember promises that hung as mothers would cling to their husbands on the slave blocks. You’ve devastated my mental and are now telepathically asking me to be a mountain. My terrain not created for you to ignore or bore deep meaningless
holes into. Understand this land was made to create prosperity for hearts who demand substance. Freedom only when deciding to unleash despair. I hear your diction but am captivated by your current remains in filth. Past days show compassion. Today brings resentment. I refuse to drink of your wines. I’m nauseated…light headed. And I vomit what you believe disrespects you. And despise what you call your own. I used to be yours right?

As the dew drips down the window. I see the wet residue it leaves behind. Love is this conceptual abyss that holds hearts hostage until sunrise. No chances given to those souls too obliterated to not notice its power. If you dare encounter this immense life form please be gentle. Separate it from other harsh colors so not to have others bleed on its innocence. Add enough soap to clean it when filthy. Run the rinse cycle though a few times to make sure its completely clean when done. Cause that residue if left behind can leave a stench. Hang it out…don’t let it be tossed around in the dreadful deep heat. Just be careful. Please be careful.

If this feeling were sound you would hear wailing sirens that trailed shocking fire engine reds and brilliant blues. You would know they were coming and you would try to move to the right side of the street to prevent getting in their way. When they passed you would pray that everything was ok and that it was not a catastrophic emergency. Then you would hope that other people stood out of the way for them as well. These feelings are not fires or crimes….just debris left from shattered buildings that no one cared enough to clean up. The owner who houses the feelings left a long time ago and when realized how much mess had accumulated just decided to leave.

Today’s feeling has more feeling….