HAUNTED BY FEELINGS

There is something in the cosmic air that is haunting me. The winter has just begun and already I feel it clawing at my self, my being, my soul. Each day I am taken hostage by my misery. It will not let me go, it will not set me free. The dark cloud that looms above me is ready to let go just as i am. I can smell the rain.  I can almost taste it. 

WHEN IS THE RIGHT TIME TO BE WRONG?

Every damn clock in this house is a liar. I call it madness. She says it doesn't bother her enough to make her want to change it. I admit that it is rather peculiar that the proper display of the correct time  is one of the things that stands between me and sanity but its true. It slowly ticks its way inside my brain until its all I can think about. I can hear myself thinking in my own head that if I lived here the first thing I would do is synchronize all the clocks.  Its funny to me how certain things can not bother some while driving  others bat shit crazy.  I'm not bat shit crazy but if I keep looking at these clocks I'm gonna go a little coo-coo. As ridiculous as it sounds I feel insulted being lied to by a clock. It's like saying that time doesn't exist or that somehow time doesn't matter. Truth be told, it makes me question my own existence. It makes me examine the life choices I've made.  Is it possible that I'm just projecting my own fears of dying with regret on something as simple as clocks being wrong in someone else's house?  It seems like such a silly waste of TIME! TIME is everything! You either have the TIME or you don't have the TIME! The TIME is now but if your clock is wrong the TIME will never be right! TIME is running out! EverydayTIME ticks closer to the end! Tick-tock Tick-tock Tick-tock.  

THE FILTH OF OUR DELUSIONS

As human beings we fill ourselves with delusions, delusions we steal from memories of the past. We see things the way we want to see them. We see them wrapped in shiny paper with a big bow atop. When in reality things are dirty, things are stained. It's not the filth that washes away that I cannot handle. It's the filth you cannot see, the filth that does not wash away, the filth that lives in the hearts of man.