Kaidanji

Piece I My life may begin anywhere within the first five seconds. Silence. Ahh. Silence. Again. The one thing you must know about my life is that it is being controlled by Chance! operations. Don't believe me? Piece II A single note appears in my adolescence. Nothing more. And at the very end, I change. Fast! nothing more. Interlude I Low and high. Piece III Initial silence in my adulthood is met with future success, but is short-lived. Interlude II I reach for the skies. Staccatissimo! Interlude III I often must keep quiet, but will open my mouth, only to close it again. Repeat. Interlude IV Thou

 Sand. So much sand, and then... Water. Water. This was where we met. His voice was as intimate as the rustle of sheets, as infinitely reaching as the black and blue and orange and yellow sunrise, and as deep as night. I could feel the words floating through the shadow, supported by a quiet guitar. Meek. His lips sang poetry, moist, dreaming poetry. And I saw him. Hair lapped at his cheekbones, curled outward-bound. His eyes glowed with a silk maroon. He wore a softly striped shirt of white, lime, pink, and a pair of torn cargos. His feet were bare, rough. A worn acoustic guitar nested in his lap. And he saw me. He stopped pla

You read this? I must have failed.

I have lived for you all my life waited upon hot coals fiery impatience burning through my sanity and pushing until I was sure my being would fracture bend from the pressure and snap as I nearly have in my mind and now I must know the truth of my life: Who are you?

Who am I? I am at once God and Anti-Christ life and death the beginning and the end all and nothing and in your eyes I am all.

I write my life in forgettable texts arranged in elaborate word-dance to hide my face my skill (or lack thereof)