JUMP

Anger is a gift. The audience cheers the vengeance of revenge. The gift is the anger does make them feel better. A tinge of guilt, harsh possibly over-reacting, but it comes and goes as thoughts transpire coursing the veins. The mind cell to cell reacts electric with a need for closure.


Thoughts in time passing progress toward the missed. The things one never experienced that so many seem to have and share in memory. Where were you in 19XX can be a nervous question hard to answer. It is like being spoken about in a conversation as you stand right there. Invisible toasting a glass to the air of a New Year with no clinks of many glasses. Alone in a crowd and in silence walks the loner unnoticed out the door. To a street filled with noise, so much for hanging with the boys. Waffle House has hash brown plates on special. Yum!


Scary prom movies and photographic memories such a topic filled experience. Laughing at the B-movie shenanigans of bad actors, but really hot chicks. This was before or after Waffle House it is not remembered which. much like the one whose name we shall not speak. What was that movie? Not a B-movie maybe an A-movie. B and A that is ironic with either requiring the collegiate of the two.


Bound for college yes it must be done. The normal of confliction as in everything ruins the experience. Associates worthlessly hangs upon the wall the mind wanders in that deep crowded hall. Pursuit is not possible and thus the story ends...for now. Questions arise and float through the air as soul eaters strike down without mercy to feed upon despair. It sways the thought back to the front, the final beginning. Anger is a gift as in continuously bestowed giving reason.


What do you see as you look at this picture. Is it dark somehow morbid embossed in the mind shearing? A thought provoking fire in the darkness of inner space where voices rage and cry out. A need to go back and try again though sadly many things do not always share this possibility. These are the ones most important, but alas, we are far from perfect. A toast to the air and off to the night, photos on the kitchen table, only the radio in tune.