chiasmus

...

i saw him;

drowning in an impossible feeling

that this

will happen again,

and again.

Like an asphyxiating prelude to deja vu.

.

A spinning web of noises;

aligned with a bizare perfection,

like black and white keys

running harmoniously beside a melody,

that at present, was unwritten.

.

The edge of

something unknown,

but something circular.

Something which smells of a pungent

futuristic blue.

.

But this time,

there's two.

And an ambiguous articulation

of a difficult subconscious.

.

ally.

[so i'm basically spending all my time (too much time)

writing stuff for ext 2.

which is excellent, but also really self-consuming.

also - i wrote a prophetic story two weeks ago.

that was insane.

it actually happened as i wrote it a couple of days later.

the only problem was, i had the characters the wrong way around.

mhmm.

and now i fly away from here.]