Lunatic Fringe

...and sometimes it seems so dark, really, it’s just that it’s just too late. My perfect state is acceptance, and the realization that all my dreams were merely the stars in a sky you once let me see. But for whatever star you love in your sky- for my sorrow- I wish only joy. I wish too for the pleasant dreams which are the fruit of those who sleep comfortably in the bounty of the thought of being loved. And though the stars may have faded before my eyes, even the darkest of nights cannot extinguish my dreams, and I’ll never remedy myself to the fact that that these dreams will always be of you. There was a time once for everything we ever wanted to say, there were days in the sunshine: these days are no more. So for whatever’s left, for whatever stars you may look upon in your sky; remember that all too soon the world shall forget us, make haste to be content with the earth you once knew, find peace with your share of the deeds done in it. The dawn approaches, and with it the hard tru...

Moments deep in the night, just before I’m left to sleep, I dream of things past and their coming days, an impossible proposition. I dwell on tasks I’ve yet to take on, I fret over perils of a distant past still full in view, and through this all courses the vitality of my being and thoughts of one I love. What of dreams can be trusted? They lie ever in wait, the word in that sense reveals both edges of a sword such as this; insomuch that they are merely a lie, yet strong enough in their conviction that they have nothing to do but wait, as we succumb one and all to the need for sleep, returning to these unsolicited musings. These thoughts, the visions of an empty world, they shape the time we keep under lock and key, under spell of dream we are not alone, our greatest fears enrage us, our darkest fantasies enliven us, even as we set our best attempts and intentions against the outside world (keeping it outside our door) we cannot avoid who we are, even if we are unfamiliar with that pe...