Chaos

Hold your friends close, your enemies closer. How to avoid the devil if you're no acquaintance? Wouldn't a student of chaos know true order?

The eye of god accentuated by an eyeliner, far exceeding its corners. The universe in her eyes, an azure blue nebula speaking of before time. Perhaps it was a reflection from a potential future ... or past, after the star with my name formed or disintegrated in her fire. Perhaps she is the goddess of entropy, luring me into fragmentation. I'll dance. What a story that would make ... right, Mr. Haller? (Steppenwolf reference)

One drop revitalizes, the second incapacitates, the third ... kills. Kills what? Slovaks can handle their beverage. "Don't be cheap, let me have a sip kurva."

Most definitely I'd rather sip than abstain, for what is the chalice of life for? To be observed or drank from? In this, Slovaks and Nietzsche are right. The timid wouldn't understand.

Lips softer than clouds, her hands bear the silk touch. As an artist, it is my duty to indulge, the herald of chaos. The muse is but a slither of luminescence, a glint in the periphery. But, standing by her side, whose name befits all beautiful adjectives ... muse is an inferno, a jade green fire that incinerates him who does not wield a sound philosophy.

A celestial wrestling match.

Psychedelic lights, incense and moonlight, all my senses drift in dreamscapes. Amidst the smoke and light her figure throws shadows, swaying to the music, abandoning herself as if I wasn't there. I have one question on my mind.

"What do your eyes see?"

How would I know? The lotus of life blooms and unravels endlessly. I am here but to tend to it.

Too often I hear that I 'overthink' things. That the qualms of battling with life's questions are worthless. It is precisely that psychological anguish, however, that pressures the impurities out of me, that strengthens my lungs and eardrums for my journey. I grin, venturing into the depths of the sea. Down there I see a light so bright, it just might be where the sun goes when swallowed by the night.

I think I should get an incense candle.