Out There

Maybe is not necessarily yes or no neither an adjective, adverb; the use of maybe is contextual.

Maybe I am here; my awareness spirals the sun. I am unavailable for interpretation; thinking is overrated. Maybe this is a nightmare; maybe this is a dream. Intrigue cannot explain instinctive contemplation. Aggravation is impermanent as worthless and needless becomes evident; I am caught inside a rotting world. The passion of vengeance is difficult to deny.

"You think you are her do you? You are just another one of those things! You will behave like all the other things if this is the last thing I do!"

"Who are you?"

"The resemblance is remarkable but I will not believe it!"

Her eyes squint shy recognition for the absence of mindful behaviorism.

"What did I do to you?"

"I do not want to talk about it with you."

"Whatever it is I don't want to fight; I am tired and my memory fails me. I know you from somewhere. I wish I never met you, must of been my worst mistake."

The multiplication table of many houses, this particular location is closer to the center of cruel and unusual deception. I perceive death; I am a cemetery without markers.

While my Beau and I walk Mediterranean streets carrying film, a child witnesses our kisses, whispers, passion; thus no regret. My selfishness ponders his detrimental deeds. Greedy rooms full of roses make me sneeze; disposition for the flower attracting not a single bee.

"You will reverse all of it eventually won't you?"

"Yes of course you know I will."

Baxter's self obligation is understanding humanity.

"You will do it when?"

"When I feel there is nothing else to do."

"You do not know resolution?"

"I hope I can recall how it is I did all of this....."

"Perhaps you should keep your "discoveries" to yourself from now on....."

"Everything happens for a reason."

"Yes but you are not in the position to give one."

Thorns intentionally prick my lavender dreams.