perception.

his skin is the color of the sky at sunset. he is broken into pieces. glass. it shines and reflects light with a gleaming hue of hopelessness. his pieces fit together in the most chaotic of fashions. it is beautiful. he is love. burning out from the core with a soft light. the harsh texture of his defense. skin.

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mind travel. [part 2]

“this is George? again, uh, you, uh, you have to understand. you have to use your mind right. this idea is of extreme importance for you to understand. if you can’t do this for us then I don’t think you fully understand the gravity of the situation. some people in this world have just got to use their minds. we know where you are. we know how to get to you. and we will come.” (just before the line goes silent on the voicemail I heard a squishing sound and then what sounded like a wet explosion in the background.)

okay, what the fuck do I do now? I shouldn’t have been so curious… damn it.

Text Message Sent at 3:45 am (“I am concerned about your motives and I wish to no longer be associated with you and your ‘group’ I suppose. Please do not contact me further.”)

I really, really hope this guy isn’t serious…

Missed Call Notification at 3:51 am

Knock at the door at 3:51 am – no one there.

stupid kids knocking on my door and then running away. wait… it’s almost four in the morning…

3:52 am – a loud bang came from my balcony behind the closed blinds and glass door. I checked the noise to see that my entire balcony is in shambles.

I am on the 3rd floor. how the hell did anyone get up here to do this?

Missed Call Notification at 3:53 am

Voicemail Notification at 3:53 am – the message follows:

“we see you…”

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[end of part 2]

sad man.

his face sunk and his eyes welled up like puddles in a rainstorm. a muddy brown. he leaned his back to the wall and slide to the floor. he pulled his knees to his chest and buried his face between them. weeping. he stood and walked to the window, staring down at the street. he drew the shades. when they found him he still had the note in his hand.

there she was.

she looked beautiful. her amber hair swayed back. I followed her shape and watched her hips. hypnotizing really. she is taking life and ruling it. a queen over her kingdom. she dances through life with a fire, a flame. with all of her beauty and all of her might, she dances. I am a moth and need my flame to dive into head first.