Chronicles of a HeadCase

In all this time, some of us fade into the cruel world and rarely is it our choice in who is taken and who isn’t. The weak is never forgiven but the terrified are the ones that make the weak weaker. We have so much to prove and so much to wait for in this only lonely life. Yet, we believe we know ourselves all so well, but very few people ever do know who we are nor who we were. Friends and families are the strangers that make knowing us feel more like who we are supposed to be… I have to let my chances go by, I have to give my hand to fate and take pause in the fluttering wings of life that make us feel like captured frames in these fleeting moments. We won’t go through this again, but will live it forever playing in our memories, again and again… and when the clouds start to close in, I will not feel what may be and understand that the wheel will spin so I will always be the stranger in this strange world. May the stage always be decorated in crimson and velvet so that our audience will always know to take those chances and keep that wheel spinning for that never ending last dance.

You feel a sudden surge of excitement and a touch of uncertainty from an invitation that may turn out to be an indication of an infatuation. Compelled to explore further, you dwelve deeper into the possible intentions that the night has to offer and find that the overwhelming calmness is hard to resist and its corrosive warmth is hot enough to pierce through a wall of solid ice and steel.

You still your nerves but it forms a mind of its own, relinquishing command by drowning out your voice of reason with a red poison… you still your mind but you’re overcome by a dancing wave of emotions triggered by the sensual melodies that start to fill the air…  you still your head but meaning finds its way through to you and you can’t ignore its connection like just another white discussion… now, you still your emotion but found that you are already locked into a luscious wonderland and at this point, the struggle to remain still has been replaced by a hurricane of triggered senses that has intoxicated all reason and logic from you… and when you finally let go of that last ounce of resistance, you will find yourself in the eye of the storm, where a deafening serenity takes its place of your sanity and a new calm settles amidst the chaos that has consumed all of you. And when this storm of the senses has passed, all the barriers that were once still and in place have been disintegrated, and you are left defenseless to this intoxication forever and ever…

The colors on these walls are the reflection by the glow off the outline from her grace, its that exuberance that enthralls all who glance into a ghostly but serene awe. Every motion and every pose seems to be a perfectly captured frame and its even captivating to watch her be seen. Her poise is a silent yet deafening roar, which beckons all weary onlookers… some have made the foolish mistake of confusing this lioness for a prey. But her little eyes are always peeled, and only she will know who exactly is the hunt. The chase may already be on, so I wish hope a long overdue happy belated birthday… and may the prize of your catch forever enchant you as well.