Chronicles of a HeadCase

Somehow some way, the orders of chaos formed and here I stand among the food of gods, alone as always, watching the lemmings of life fall into the pit traps of their own device. I laid awaiting and half awake, for the others who saw the same colors and motion of my perspective. Instead to my surprise, they seek me without knowledge and with doubt. I never knew I had any to offer, It is miraculous and tragic but tis the role that binds me to foster… what chemistry of visions that had succumbed to the illusions and the darkness that resides in the hearts of the pure. Now, how does a teacher, one without a mentor, coach the minds of its’ peers to be the ones that he will sponge wisdom upon and from. Still, I let the play radiate whatever character that has not yet been withdrawn into the backstage of dreams nor awaken from the nightmare of the stage. I am, however, the fortunate son, that reflects the glow of thought upon others, and now I sit and await, for that light to be bounced and radiated against me. Perhaps, then, I can start to live again.