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"Blackout"

Written by Alana Cheng

A blackout of the abstraction to no conclusion of where you have traveled within the aspects to what you are letting there be of the speed of time, without the failures in life of a blackout to my soul of shutting off every bit of happiness that would come with a consequence just for simply being excited or basically happy, that would never seem to add up to any success of what you take so lightly by the seems of this scenario of intense consequences to how you had ever let it go too far without everything else that would be to no avail to how you are letting it go way too soon out into the space of the universe to what you're not seeing with how there would ever have really been of everything else that would be to your disposal of anything of the blackout of all the more without the touch of how there is no introduction needed to the proper amount of love and respect to how there would really, really be of how you are partaking in the sense of mind to travel away from your own reality for just a while to take part of the fantasy world that you have created for yourself without the fail of how there would be absolutely everything else that you let go of with something all the more without everything that you have made to be of anything else that is all the more with what you have done for how there could ever have really been to the labeling of words that you have put together so well with every part to how or what you can think of without anything else all the more with nothing and everything all at once by how you could ever have really wanted in the scenario of letting things go way too quickly by how you could ever have really wanted in the sparkling of such clouds of the sun to be blocked away in the blackout of everything else that goes too far with what you are saying without a sound to be heard from these open ears of an open mind that lets you know of the blackout of intensities to how I could only bear so much of what you are talking about to be inflicted upon my heart and soul of all the words that are hitting me like a ton of bricks to kill me bit by bit of how there would be anything else to cushion the blow with the shattering of all the windows in my heart and soul to how there would be no one or nothing to there to save me from falling all the way down so mercilessly by the blackout of your words that are shutting me down all the more with each word that comes to me upon the infliction of intense friction to break me in two forever and ever upon the heaping of this humiliation of hellish existence to this state of being of having to have always been looking for a way to jump right out and off the tracks of an oncoming and ongoing blow of a horrendously tragic blackout.

Alana Cheng