A Riff Written in the Fall

Breathe deep and exhale the sweet nothings that fail to fall from those lips;

those words that could shake my existence and fill me with more reason to wake.

Their sweetness blends with the breeze as they wither and blow away with the leaves

and I continue to listen for their melodic sound but fear I've fallen deaf to angelic song.

Compass my uncertainty with a cure for these complexities and hold back not even a sigh.

Void

Reflection is poison. Longing and the perpetual quest for purpose eat away at your very being when you give them the freedom to. Similar to a virus or infectious disease, they consume you until you realize that you are in fact empty inside. A hammer hits a wall to compensate a heartbeat and your mind computes but no longer includes emotion in its functionality. No light; just darkness. No sound; only the thud the hammer makes upon contact. Your pulse is the recoil of the impact. Not life. Only existence is necessary to appear to be a member of society. Sink. Deeper into the darkness you sink and suffocate. Drowning. From the surface you begin to disappear into the abyss until you fade into the never. Inexistence. Nothingness. Void.

Note: Please avoid the assumption that all my writing reflects my own emotional of mental state. My muse for this was actually Synecdoche, New York by Charlie Kaufman. If you saw the flick you'd understand lol. Thanks for reading.

The Contemplation of "x"

I've been home for the week. Since the end of finals on Thursday I made it a point to avoid any mentally strenuous activity but unfortunately came to realize that leaving your brain open for thought is a lot more exhausting than studying.
Isn't it amazing what the mind is capable of? It absorbs information, images and sounds. It can add, subtract, multiply and divide. It remembers, forgets and suppresses. When you consider all of the functions that require nothing other than absorption and selection, which we'll describe, for conversation purposes, as "y", then throw in a little something that we'll call "x," the possibilities are endless. y + x = the works of Shakespeare, Beethoven, Michelangelo, etc... Words, paintings, music and dance all require excessive amounts of "x" to the point where the expression usually states, "Don't think, feel." It's astounding.
Unfortunately, the formula also leads to the works of Hitler, Saddam and Bush. The two extremes consist of beauty and genius, and hatred and stupidity. People often ignore the counteraction of "x". We inflate the phenomenon of love but ignore how equally puzzling the presence of hate is. Is it normal?
Forgive the unnecessary descriptiveness but the point is that "x" is something so incredible that it can either create beauty and induce kindness or destroy life and fuel hatred.
What is it? We attempt to name it. Is it emotion? Instinct? Heart? Soul? It can be described as the "butterflies" or "the blues." All these are just words. It's indefinable and indescribable essence is perplexing.
Like many, "I don't really want an answer. I just want to send this cosmic question out into the void."
For those that believe that the physical and scientifically explained is all that is truth in this planet then how do they explain "x" ?
"Goodnight dear void."

Revolution or Retardation?

I spent the first few hours of this morning getting my life together. Sadly, that consisted of me finally submitting to the use of Twitter, creating this blog in order to better "market myself" and I'll eventually get to syncing them with my Facebook. When did all this become necessity? Others like myself are out there. We who pride ourselves in the ability to notice the death of human interaction due to the emergence of more socially secluding technology are still incapable of avoiding it's use. Are we hypocrites?
We used to call to make plans or see how someone was feeling. There's something special about hearing someones voice as apposed to a text saying, "R u ok?" Classic example of the whole "you don't know what you've got until it's gone" speech isn't it?
It seems the world's fallen silent because most everyone in it has their ears plugged with an iPod. One day I'd like to be around someone who can appreciate my company as much as I do theirs and avoid their texts for more than 10 minutes. We boast technological advancement but at what cost? I don't doubt the possibility that we will eventually forget how to speak or at least be able to say something relevant in person. You can't put a price on some decent vocal conversation and it's stock has just shot through the roof.
Now I admit this blog doesn't do much in the fight against our social disability but its purpose is simply to (textually) shout this question to the world. What the hell?!