Sharp fusion.
It spoke. It’s breaths were spectacular. It didn’t even hum.
A crystal eye.
A Futurist's Journal
Sharp fusion.
It spoke. It’s breaths were spectacular. It didn’t even hum.
A crystal eye.
The switching between apps on mobile devices such as phones and wearables is a SEAM in a SEAMLESS WORLD.
It’s an in-and-out. A pause of travel within our reflective device.
For the coming age:
A stronger core.
I am not a stranger.
(Internal dialogue)
Another day, the same burrow.
I saw an angel today.
I saw myself.
I know that we can find God in ourselves, for one,
and in others, for our self.
I accept what I am.
But I don’t know what to believe.
I arranged the trinkets in my bags and on table tops.
I watched the sun come up and turn the place light blue, just a hint from behind the lamps. Enough for another day.
I woke up with sweat pouring down my chin and a feverish inclination for colder weather. The sun was down and the lights were on. I slept a thousand days before this, but on this day (alas, night) I awoke.
“ShwShwShw,” a whisper in my ear.
Was it the wind or another next to me, talking in their sleep…
“ShwShwShw,” I shot up with my pulse rate, stiff but stable. I was alone
The last I wrote a log entry, I was facing a stonewall, rolling paint down in sheets. Cold air or a summer breeze, I laid down my canvas: a stunning black wall parched for the painting I see.
I slipped a quarter in each pocket to keep me level. A flask in the till for when I’ve failed.
The wall was east and the sun was west, and I, but for a building a thousand paces away, slept between them.
Then she spoke with a sense of urgency.
Longing….
Understanding…
Hidden behind a concrete wall
With her finger prying the backside of a heart.
Tell me the things that you’ve done.
‘Tell me the things that you will do to me’
She spoke a thousand words with just one look.
So I wanted to be closer…
I put one foot after the other
And I spoke.