Watch Closely

Each of us must be the product our isolated self conscious conveys for a belt which wraps around the reality we try to believe belongs solely to the image of now; we are responsible for the later we did not realize to be the loops we missed. This is the theory of my physical becoming; the alter ego is a witness to such eventual happenings, always searching for a connection.

Braid is the interjection of logical mishap. With or without her I am aware of unawareness; she relays a possible route I am unable to notice while I am haze in the fog of thick thought. She is also the adamant force of separation as a method of protection for our unique characteristics which science refuses to accept as natural occurrence amongst the chaos of mankind. This moment I silently listen; the meditation of a beginning forming from a memory's distant end is the creation of remembrance.

"Mortal! Be aware you perplex a finite existence! I know exactly who you are despite that ridiculous disguise. One cannot hide intention no matter how hard they try!"

The woman she retorts concerns me deeply; Braid's words upon reaction to the dismay of this person initializes contemplation of possibly meeting this figure again without knowing it is them. I keep this prediction with me as I study her image; brown as painted turf earth straight stray of recyclable plastic hair to her shoulders rounds off a sharp profile similar to the depiction of witches without a mole or twist of flesh in creases, the eyes are an unhealthy swamp algae, white coat is covering a militant blue wool sweater over a pair of preservative olive green cargo pants, the shoes are black combat boots without laces.

"You do not worry about your friend?"

"I am with him for an eternity; you will not be here to witness."

"What do you mean?"

I am indifferent to these words she is prepared without the complexity of a physical world to cloud her sky of finality; I know exactly what she means and to ask is to forge a gravestone.

"We will continue and you will perish. Do as you wish but realize this..."

The disguised creature should not interrupt; this I know as proper mannerism towards the speaker which will explain in detail what one cannot experience without charitable vocalization.

"It is possible for you to perish..."

Nonsense is what I desire to mouth, unfortunately the organ is not attached this phase of the eclipse.

"You do not how we exist. This is your reasoning for an examination which will lead to absolutely nothing since you do not how we exist you do not know how we do not exist."

Brilliant is what I desire to say, fortunately the power of aura is the morbid grin on Braid's face. I am yet to learn the lesson of pride; humility is graceless in my presence.

"I am displeased with him."

So am I...

"I felt this way when he first mentioned you; as I came to understand your relationship I failed to outwardly express my emotion."

I am the repression of her expression; this is how pleasure desists, this is why I am displeased.

"What was your emotion?"

The masked personality is annoyed, little does she know how obnoxious we find her to be; I am confident Braid will make this known with her body language.

Shifting on the left center knuckle over her smooth chin the left eye widens as a reptile's second lash opens to focus unwanted parasites as prey; right bare foot taps the splintering wooden floor with thick skin breaking away chips of wood a hammer could not fray. This for me is glorious beauty; I adore her evil demeanor, tis the essence of my soul.

"You want him and he does not want you..."

Witch without a broom does not reply; this confirms the Wizard left Oz for her to make a shit hole the size of a heart missing in action. I look over to Braid as we both laugh; hers is double the cynicism, mine is represented inside the echo of fire she blazes.

"What if he has no choice?"

"There will always be choice; this pervades our encounters whether friendly or unfriendly. You are aware of Catrixenya and Katarzyna. You are not chosen. He has chosen already; Zen is his intimacy and Kat is the depth of his purpose. They will be together for an eternity; you will not be there to witness. I will say this once more! I will not state the obvious for the exertion of my dry throat. Vic and Zen are one; nothing will come between. Nobody will interfere not even an angry delusional woman."

"You are calling me an angry delusional woman??"

I wish to state the obvious except I do not wear a throat as part of my milk garment.

"Interesting you section nobody in the category of your self..."

Amusement...

High of intellectual credence...

Admiration of a friend...

Sparks blast through a bulb above their heads; the room is pitch black as my presence. Silence is my company as the struggle thrusts a latex flop into the wall which I felt to be directly next to me. Shards similar to fireworks spraying from a fuse gone mad opens the world below; underneath is a man who strikingly resembles the skin I cover my self. Magenta fiber optic curls upon a wrap can be seen dropping into the arena of tortured romance; she forms into a woman throwing this man over her shoulder which leaps into a boundary of impenetrable hatred.

Romeo is found and Braid is victorious.

"I want you to watch closely..."

A plastic figurine is smashed about the cheeks while glaring into a kiss which neither lips desire to concentrate on anything else; nothing else matters as I watch with wonder, how does it feel to lick the pulp of a juicy fruit ready to burst as this heart contemplates itself...