a split second, pathways meet across the sky I look at you, your glacial green lightning bright and fury crashes in your eyes like some psycho flash heart attack and in all that one second, full of screaming torture every emotion spills out of its convenient little box, bright wild colors of red purple black that run together and create a starry silver, blinding and completely erasing any rational thought til all that’s left is the extract of sick adoration dripping off vital organs you’ve claimed as your own, but I have the claim check and I have the proof, I want back what I once thought as mine, but now that I’ve thought about it and now I’m not so sure come on, trade your ridiculous obligations and surround yourself with thriving life forget your cautiousness and any rationality, take my hand, we’ve only got one chance to ultimately end this forget reasoning, take a risk and come with me, fulfill the dream of violet blooms dreams of drops of indigo dripping drops of twisted combination of love and hate and rattlesnake venom trickles from the vile and into your veins, like a vaccine that in a whirlwind of insanity strips you of any ounce of sane you might have had left, and I think I’ll crack my head against the concrete, and as the fragments of emotion shower those who’ve vanished, just think happy thoughts, skittles and eskimo pie sun catchers, feathers, thoughtful wedding presents sweet sounds of birds singing songs brimming with subconscious messages whispering, murmuring lies behind it all you hear a voice like a whisper of painful truth and biting words you must keep your soul bound in wire, stuffed in a box no matter how much it burns, screaming to escape and prove to a world of stainless steel toasters, deep mahogany banisters that all this time it’s existed, had a voice but so far suppressed, it can only end badly someone’s going home with two broken arms and in that one moment all I can taste is the sound of your voice all I can hear is the scent of what you left behind in the meaningless resonation of your shocking blinding light all I can feel is my own screaming, and corkscrewed and spiraling into a whisper, all I can see is the last of the lost surrendering to being channeled back inside chain link fences of normality and acceptance they call to you, to me, to the sparrow still waiting for the sun someone should tell him that it’s never going to come as time drags you, willingly or not back to gloomy reality mundane routine full of staples, spiral bound notebooks, xerox machinery the thunder strikes again, torrent streams of rushing water I can hear it resounding inside my forehead in explosions of bluish green ink we’re back in the second a little different, slightly changed, an ounce more chaotic has it has suddenly become and just like that and the second is gone