My Favourite Image of the Week 006
Empty Patch in the Sky
Am I driving myself backwards or am I falling myself forwards
My face feels ripped by the speed of contradiction
This feels quite normal - doom, destruction, power, explosion, and drift
In with a chance but blown away by the spectacular
Like riding a rocking horse
Easy to move but never getting anywhere
Am I right to waste this energy
My loss or societal
This fog is temperamental
I cannot get an exact answer
I cannot deduct
The holes in my space keeps opening and closing
Too fast to respond I am never there, never in the right position
Forever thinking post-event but never in-event
Looking for hints, clutching at nothingness
What is visible and what is behind that I cannot see
I'll cry like a baby and then suddenly stop
Cry stop cry stop never to look back in-fear
In-fear of fear
Where am I in this formation?
Did I contribute to this empty patch?
Is that really me?
Did you see me glow?
Or is it me hidden behind the darkness?