snipers74

mind is heavy when i play this game. pen to paper only who will tame. image held once then let loose. black in ink black in thought. the abyss takes hold,screams within. see what i see in minds eye. see what i see put before thee. on paper my mind is clear.the things that run inside my brain. drained from thought. capturerd on paper. feel whats seen,hate or love. its feelings,good times, bad times things of a once upon a times. its me. my mind........laid bare before thee.

They stand ready,fists clenched. To beat me drag me through this shit again. The rain beats down upon me ,my head looks deep to the ground. Bitterness twisted. Hate blisterd. Hope is death before me. Eyes closed tight now open. I raise my weary head within it a weary mind. I stretch my arms out wide and look upto the sky. Then i look at them, smile wicked upon my face. Fear me not you do,but fear,fear that behind me. Behind me what you cannot and will not see. That what whispers to me. For when i fall to its mercy and in the dark you will meet me. you will see in moments last. Now what stands before you. what once stood behind

when one ceases to be,or everything that is becomes nothing more. then thats what there is left........NOTHING. QUESTION............ what do you see nothing has. a  black space. a  white space. think and choose. whatever you picked as nothing, black or white space. think it see yourself there what have you got...... something, for to think nothing is something.a  black space or white is still something a canvess wich to start upon. nothing cannot be for what is seen as nothing is something to make it nothing in the first place. if nothing is there then it truly is a form and one you would surely not hope to meet..