Like a Thought Process

The night was too loud with silence, so I left the room without moving. In the distance, Me and I began their usual quarrel. I do not claim to have understood all they said — only that they spoke, and I wrote. --- I. Shadows Stir The gods did something tonight, they listened. They heard everything I said and I felt a soft wind brush the earth, permit me to add that I do not hallucinate... I felt a confirmation within my soul and knew something had taken place, had changed. Chasing shadows, I remember the love of my life, a ghost. Existing yet, not so relevant. One could call her as beautiful as a lie and as valuable as a dream because even children are entitled to dreams... I did something unusual, I smiled. --- II. Of Desire and Dust From basest desires, man is a slave of want. Each man to his own cravings; what drives you, what is your creation? Of course, go forth and multiply. When God told this... When God told this... As arrogant as the fly that followed the king into the casket....