Possibility.
The soft silk of a freshly baked loaf of injustice
A drop of blood falls to the cracked floor of an everlasting foe.
A stroke of luck ignites the never-ending train of consciousness
The page is torn and bent at the corner
But the story reads the same
Imagination
Tears at the shreds of sanity
Leaving traces of intrigue in her glorious wake
Salivation
Manners escape me
Testosterone on the prowl
I am a victim to the endlessness of that which never ends
Thousands of lives lived
Thousands of deaths spell the name of a faceless fate
Smile Pretty.
The camera captures a single moment in an ongoing saga of dissent
Smile Pretty.
Memories fade while visions remain
Self-inventive characters fall prey to the heavenly glow of an incandescent light blub.
Many options, one resolution.
Smile Pretty.