Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Falling through the cracks of imagination as the enveloping darkness sheds it's light from above.
Encrypted messages parade and cascade the boardwalks of frivolity, undetected in the superfluous stimuli bombardment.
Mentors appear and disappear at will, leaving their residue of wisdom as the future building blocks.
In the silence of the forests, the sound of greed and chain saws echo as the future is eroded, one by one.
The crash of the surf on the shore scrapes away the subterfuge of illusion that persists.
Slicing through the ocean of consciousness, the liner crests the waves of destiny, journeying to source.