Black Clouds : Stream of Consciousness 6
The fear of not knowing fate overcomes the fear that everything you choose is a product of fate.
As these two fears intertwine through your brain, your mind becomes mystified by thoughts of predetermination versus existentialism. Does one really ever know which fear is irrational and which should be a common fear, like the common cold, everyone experiences it. Except for those few enlightened free…
Cue Ball : Random Story Idea
Twenty-first-Century Romance: The Fall of Emotion (or something sarcastic)
Lines of euphoria dress a marble counter top, while eager participants fidget anticipating their turn. One by one, the lines disappear, making their way up rolled 100 dollar bills. My eyes travel around the room, taking in my surroundings. My mind is racing; thoughts fade in and out like the sun on a partly cloudy day. I’…
Loneliness : Stream of Consciousness 5
I sit alone sipping a glass of red wine as streaks of light begin to filtrate the darkness of the sky.
For every minute I lay in contemplation there is a candle melted into a pool of wax, like a trophy for wasted time.
Thoughts of you and other enter my mind and quickly fade into boggling perceptions of the future.
My eyes wander around a room in disarray with a longing for completion.
This room y w…
Bible Man : Stream of Consciousness 4
Why do I insist on missing you. I want to bump into you somewhere and for you to smile and say you miss me. I want to believe you think about me like I think about you. Do you feel a lack of satisfactory closure? I don’t necessarily mean that I want closure nor do I want to finally seal off our friendship and the feelings I had for you. Those days we would spend on the blue couch in your ba…
Star Wars and Golden Eye : Stream of Consciousness 3
The smoke trailing from the tip of my cigarette does the samba through the night sky as I sip a scotch in the moonlight. My thoughts have escape me as a familiar melody puts me in a trance. I’m staring aimlessly, quite possibly not blinking, just staring. The song is sweet, it throws me into a tender memory. I feel the warmth of your hand fitting mine as we walk down the bustling city stree…
Don't Look At My Woman : Stream of Consciousness 2
Why do I not speak up to people and cover my true thoughts with stupid lies. I try to avoid confrontation and justify the actions in my mind. Ultimately they come back to slap me in the face tenfold. I’m tired of being a hard ass and I’m starting to break down. I don’t want to be OK with being alone anymore. I kind of wouldn’t mind if I was at a party and someone decided t…
B-4, You Sunk My Battle Ship : Stream of Consciousness 1
The intricate placement of each thread in a spider’s web reminds me of the importance of every meticulous detail it takes in creating a masterpiece, giving hope to the tattered ideas overflowing my wastebasket. Another late night with candles and tea, and the easement of mind trailing in circles towards the ceiling. My japanese sencha grows colder as I waste time deliberating on the quality of in…