Blogging or Typing, or whatever.

It turns out that blogging is more intensive than I originally thought... this is my first attempt at a post, it didn't quite turn out how I expected.

Broken bits of dialect-

The only true companions I have ever known.

They drift around my prefrontal cortex

Scattered… flocking and shuddering

As they are dismissed.

Colors and sounds and feelings

And these fragments of soul

Cloud my intellect just as smoke smothers

A crystal skyline with its greasy hue.

Breath, concentrate, and attempt in vain

To summon and align these gems

In a scintillating fashion

So as to allow for maximum luminosity

Open on three-

Only to find a haphazard pile

Of broken beer bottles

Lying atop the damp earth.