not worth the breath and barely worth this space

Filling the Empty Space

Victims of obligation.
This the best way to use our minds?
That Monday Evening Mentality
Searching for a sense of ownership, the chemicals merely blur the lines
I don't, nor do they, know me when I'm like this
And that's the beauty
I think?
The doubt of the author, a bit unsettled
The wavering of an absolute
May i ask how You're taking this?
Is it that seeping comfort?
someone else getting it...
Or have i lost your momentary eyes far before this stimulus lurked down your spine?
Both? Sure.
...and somehow the Star-Spangled Banner has worked its way into my background noise
what a joke of an evening

Conciousness

We are in between the depths of our capabilities.

A polarized world that lives between marks.

Landing between these boundaries in any mixture, at any minute, with any number of unaccountable variables.

Between the backs of our eyes and the work our mind’s can do with a little inspiration and a lot of data.

Masterful work, the manner the mind twines the imagination.

Using countless amounts of sensory data, everything you’ve ever had the capability to perceive. Turning it to love. To hope. To pain.

To emotions. The new ruler of a divided landscape.