Dysfunctionality of an Almost Human Mind

As found in one of the several, this is "Stellar encounter between Saturn and Europa". Enjoy. Stellar encounter between Saturn and Europa. Europa was dressed in red clothes that day... I was happy to know she was there even if she didn’t knew that she was... she floated towards me and stopped for a second in time to allow me to feel her perfume and I presumed she was aware of her mistake, but by the look in her eyes and the shy smile in her face I agreed that she was not... But it was then that she approached, and my arms with tears she soaked, and I just wondered deep in me why the snow came from the sun... she had left my orbit light years before and I was too blind to see the meteor that interfered our mystic connection, but once the damage was unbearable to the stellar eye she was already gone... but there she was, crying in my arms with no right, but still who am I to judge... Then she turned and whispered to my nose “...my love...” in that moment I turned and said “why ...

irony is this Hollow's tendency. can you see the scars close away? as i heal, i peal my skin to a new and throw what's left from the dirt to the bottom of the seas... where you sleep... there's a white duck staring straight at me next to my baby pictures of a past i never knew psicopathologie studies of the self that bring us down... its like a living dance upon dead minds or just a suffocating sight like you... beer mugs remind me of what i tend to forget the simple sound of you around me makes me nervous like red Californian apples and space rides. i hope i don't sound scary, i'm just hungry and you're dinner. do you know the joker? i need him to fix my head go get me some bread so i can bake myself away where are you? you should have been here by now! i have to feed the entire crowd and there's no control revolt behold the power of the [ n o t h i n g l e f t t o s a y ] ...

written in moments of vulnerability. this is Epiphany . Epiphany. Blossom dear numbing sense, blossom and become that I believe you to be not. Embrace my situation with thy presence... remind me what am I made of... While I seek for a new, you come from within the nothing and offer that I felt forgotten. For some reason the self I call my own beholds that you call divine, yet comprehension is not part of what overcomes me when ever I see that to be a fact for you. Will I ever see the light on that matter? Matters not much though to have or not the final image of thy draft for I only need to understand that you are to be comforted by me as so am I by thy. Thus I have become that I feel to be worshiped by nature as the masterpiece of them all, thus has you become my Queen and Emperor, the owner of my dark and light, yet you identify me as the parallel universe of that I call to be mine in your world... you see me as I see you... is that a sign for prosperity? or just a call to disorder…...

When green goes gray A transmission from within is received several times with no transcription to a comprehensible code and the message is lost... yet the last transmission was different... something had changed... I was just not able to read the code... From the last time to the first, caught up in a silent prayer, while i fear the worst... hope is life since hope is the last thing you lose and when you lose life there's nothing left... so, is that a rule of three? a simple triangle? or is it just misunderstood? I would beg to differ since answer to non I have confronted... Slave in a simple illusion that some call life, some call religion and some call routine... it's all just a breath away, yet your lungs won't budge... are you ready to live with that? maybe if you find yourself strong enough, yet that strength is relative to the amount of pain you suffered already, so may as well collapse in the first try as you may as well step away and wipe the dust from your back......

Para los que se han ido.... Silencio ... Solo eso escuchabas... aun mientras dormías en tus sueños todo era silencio... veías tu mundo, andabas por su gloria y te olvidabas del resto... era tu utopía hecha misterio, eran tus sueños hechos memorias... Mordiste la manzana y aceptaste tu destino con la frente al aire... fue la melodía que escuchabas lo que te dio aquello que buscabas... lograste abrirle paso a tu pasado para que este fuera testigo de tu presente y marcara tu futuro... Las olas eran el llamado a tu niñez.. En la arena describiste tu contorno y leíste tu alma... el viento borro tus palabras pero se las llevo consigo para esparcirlas en el mundo... el mundo que tanto quisiste... el mundo que te quito lo único que tuviste... Comprendí tu mensaje solo al final... fui ciego e ignorante de su certeza por simple ingenuidad... nunca creí estar tan cerca de las estrellas que cuando te vi llorar... tus lagrimas fueron de felicidad... y así crearon un vacío cuando tu alma quiso calla...

this little drawing i did while in france... so like 03 or so. it also inspired a poem which can be read right after the image. Logan's trip way... this is the first one... this is the last one... this is the only one... who sits and wonders... numbers are gotten... reasons forsaken... memories forgotten... and faces fading... engulf your pride... shall you embrace... the spirits that rise... from within the dead... somewhat forbidden... this what is mine... come and admit it... you've lost your mind... throw them away... them you don't need... blow them in haze... buried in greed... I see your wish... I see it came true... the world that you once feared... is now painted in blue... all i need i have... all i have you need... all you are i hate... all you hate is me... I'll take my bags and go... and all I say is this... if you follow me home... I promise to make you bleed............

Bored. My eyes are feeling heavy My back falls to the ground My head’s two thousand pounds My face is feeling lazy My eyes are feeling heavy I’m tired and I’m down I feel my blood in my veins ‘Cause my muscles push them down My back falls to the ground I can not with my soul Falling straight down a hole And not making a sound My head’s two thousand pounds The air’s falling on me The pressure puts me down And shoves me open from in My face is growing lazy Don’t get anything they say So fucking bored today Maybe I’m going crazy...