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Sub-Cranial Theater
Slip inside the space between two ears
Behold the menagerie of half thoughts and partial dreams
Avoid the cyclonic gusts that set all things in disarray
There is quite a pace in here
The same old fading memories play out on screen
Pictures are fuzzy and tinged while the soundtrack bellows with distorted pops
Slowly degrading until the day the screen falls black
And silence fills the hall
Beware the lofty goals, for they are many
Fleeting ideals that have the staying power of snowmen built in June
Overly romanticized pipe dreams designed for pacification, not execution
Their intentions were good
Ah but what of this Love of which is spoken
Surely, Love is King in a place so confoundedly chaotic as this?
Love is the most damning distraction of all, giving pieces away
Parting ways with sanity
Behold the menagerie of half thoughts and partial dreams
Avoid the cyclonic gusts that set all things in disarray
There is quite a pace in here
The same old fading memories play out on screen
Pictures are fuzzy and tinged while the soundtrack bellows with distorted pops
Slowly degrading until the day the screen falls black
And silence fills the hall
Beware the lofty goals, for they are many
Fleeting ideals that have the staying power of snowmen built in June
Overly romanticized pipe dreams designed for pacification, not execution
Their intentions were good
Ah but what of this Love of which is spoken
Surely, Love is King in a place so confoundedly chaotic as this?
Love is the most damning distraction of all, giving pieces away
Parting ways with sanity
Published 15th May 2017
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Anonymous
15th May 2017 8:35pm
This is a stark and painful look at love and how it deals its blows when it all goes to hell. Well written, but painful
This piece was not focused squarely on love but it certainly was one of the elements. It's more so a description of all the things that can cloud a thought process. Memories of past times, goals and aspirations that one isn't able to fully commit to, and of course love and all the things that come with it. This was meant be an inside look at a chaotic, frantic thought process that is way too crowded with frivolous things. Pain does come with the territory, but it's all part of the package. Thank your for you kind words.
