a day of maroon

A Day of Maroon

Bland weather, soupy skies.

I imagined raindrops on the windowpane, today, when I woke up to this silence: invisible lines meandered with a pitter-patter softly drumming in my head. The world was a soggy mess of colours. The air - a frigid humming from the conditioner. I sat in bed for awhile, thinking about the things you could do in the rain, or in bed, or dead, but I felt as if I was being translated somehow: the voice in my head felt distant and spoke in harsh whispers back to myself. Like I needed justification for my thoughts; like I was on this huge, fucking, stage.

So maybe we are all actors. You and I, my love. I sat on the beach and dipped my finger in the clouds, drawing a god in the sky that only I could see - replete with a top hat and this crazy grin. You drummed your fingers at me, impatience seeping out of your skin. I smiled like how I imagined it to be, but I was hating it - like invisible raindrops; like crazy, fleeting dreams.

And when I walked down the streets, I saw beasts playing the lead. I looked into the mirror and liked what I see, though horns and pitchforks are so last year, I must admit. Maybe this is one fucking comedy.

Yeah, that's it.

Maybe I'm just missing the script.

How To Catch The Man of Your Dreams:

1) Eat alot. All the time.Divert the sins of the mind down the path of indigestion.

2) Invest in a good, reliable astral net.Best woven from newborn dreams. Spare no expenses.

3) Sever romantic connections with all men in the physical plane.The real world fades away but into a trickle of the mind. Such earthly ties dim the luminescence of extra-planar relations. Avoid at all cost.

4) Yield not to your passion.The ethereal persists with desire; what lasts forever must diminish with the completion of your being. Do not let the hole in your soul be sated and you shall gain eternity.

5) Take to flights of fancy.Dance under the starfall of a meteor-rise; tell him the beauty of the gems that are his eyes. Carouse lightly in the dream-mist separating the worlds and survey the limitless horizon on the rings of the galaxy.

6) Do not ask for his number.Should the no-world collapse under the weight of your opalescence, you will find that it is best to leave no strings behind.

6.2) Never be friends.When all is said and done, and should passion fail to ignite; fade away and smile with all the sparkling whiteness in the void of your no-mind.

7) Do not fall asleep.Slumber weakens your gnostic affinity, thus reducing the chances of your meeting a ready dream-man.

Should you find yourself unable to persist in the dreaming world whilst awake, abandon your perceptual system and undress yourself to the moon, keeping in mind that the noise of your breath is a thunderous rancor that must be silenced for the voice of your love to soar.

Vow never to breathe again and you shall reach your dream-man shortly.