endless twilight, perpetual night

Contorted by the assort which catches the forlorn sight, sparkling and glistening before it all vanishes eventually. Abort! Abort! A,B,or,T? Quietly sneaking behind the skin which knows it's own story, scribed by an illiterate bafoon wailing on his basoon to harmonzie the unknown scraps so many of us try to make sense of. Locked in the distance, sleepless and hindered by a self molded circumstance so concrete in its repetitive passivity. Flailing in the slight gusts sent by friend's breaths from across the oceans and on the other end of the continent, a requiem for the past. Layering guilt as if it were sustenance. Simply still. As idle as those who forgot. Filling my innards with the scarce soliloquy of a rush towards the unknown, but does one mirror not show the very blemishes of our insides each and every time? Wilting wonder. Wander the shaded pathway and embrace the pile asunder you've become. To witness the whisper which dissipates the flakes of misshapen being, to bend till you're heart tells you enough is but a speck amongst the fractal horizon. Pushing. Destroying. Absent to all that reaches beyond what most consider 'sense' until infinity is entirely accepted as a trinket in our napsack of life. Bewildered in silence. I don't blink until my eyes tear and my innards find a way out.