by Stone Fox29 Nov 2015
In the most unusual manic-panic creep,
Wildly lurking behind every corner,
The Shadow was about to recover some ungraspable but always constantly desired idea..
A fantasy, a darker shade of fantasy: a fun fetish.
Or, perhaps, could it be foolish fanciful notions?
This fully torked delusion can be a haunting mirage.
This vintage slogan ghost of generations from past, that worn out American Dream. That Life.
-Free from the routine confusion and disorder-
Dreamed by all but known only by creatures who dream of other more sophisticated things.
Silenced but still flailing at grasping the point or any major traffic signs, the Shadow returned all mixed-matched pieces and useless information very slowly..
I remember because it was a autumn night.
Leaves were falling and there were trees white with moonlight.
It was a cool night overflowing with mysterious excitement that unforgettably changed the mellow quite in all bright lights.
There was a new bustle among the stars as the speed of light left a stirring in the darkness.
-A secret above the trees carried on the wings of winds-
This covert paradox of milky way wonder experienced when he kissed this girl.
It was a vivid spectacle of unutterable visions never spoke but still loudly exuded a sultry lust.
A soul cleansing need, a physical, animalistic, dirty deed branding this religious experience with every given orgasm.
These are the divine musings of the Creator, my Creator.
These are the ideas of any other brave soul who decide to capture their essence in moments.
Before they create something one of a kind and so beautifully unique.
For a moment at one point in time, these sacred thoughts belonged to God.