Chronicles of a HeadCase.

When the moon strikes a halt and its wavering motions are in doubt, the subtle reflections of its light could fade or linger in the ripples forever. What do you do when a moment cannot decide its fate? I guess, wait a lifetime or make up the mind of the flickering wick. So the gaze of the mirror yet wavers to another hypnotic trance that would fall slave to the binding emotions of yet another game of stale mate. I’ll give the glass an hour of doubt before I must release myself from this relentless prison where I am held as an indefinite guest. Ponder the insignificance and might of the sands of dreams that binds the eye-lids shut to anything that are little more than distractions. To have caught the eye of a seer it must have been lucky, but to have been trapped in this tar pit of magnetism… I must have fallen hard. The winds will change and the tide will rip, the weather will depend on the forces of nature and its capacity for the unpredicatable and awe of what is to be…. for what is forecasted means as much as what anyone predicts the lottery numbers will be. So, we wait and see where the numbers will fall……..

~ by case on June 27, 2005.