A picture is worth 1000 words; but without those words, how could you ever really understand?
Effects of Now
Visions of black and white cloud my mind as my eyes roll back and forth beneath my lids. As my eyes shut, so too do the eyes of the world. Shielded from reality, I lie as the black and white scramble becomes my life. Shapes and figures are there if I want them to be, but this is my life, and all shape is lost. The meaning that gave life to my world is lost, and with it, my desire to be found. I try and open my eyes, but the little energy I have lest is spent on thoughts of what was. As time goes by, the visions are more rapid, and even more heartbreaking. With every new picture, more of me is torn away. I begin to feel the tears seep through my eye lids, but there is no one there to catch them. To the ground they fall, along with whats left of my heart. Exhausted from the pain, I begin to let go. The darkness begins to fade, my eyes begin to settle their motion. I can open my eyes now, but seeing is quite foreign. Through what seems like someone elses eyes, I see myself lying on my bed. Something is missing as I look from the distance. Moving further away I gaze with confusion at what was and could have been, and as I turn to where I am going, I sigh for what now is.