Part II

Investigative research, let’s call it that. To study each character, and to 
understand how it influences the story – is to be empathetic to their lives. 
No sleep. 

I’m in too deep. 

I’m lost in their world because I’ve allowed it in my mind. I become 
curious to understand why the characters are here, in my life. What’s 
their purpose? How does it tie into mine? Their purpose starts to outline 
mine as I start to understand them. 

Everything is relative, let’s not forget that. But we act like we’re so 
unattached. Mentally we’re reflecting each other but we don’t want it 
known… Yet, telepathically, we keep running into each other. 

Paths cross – again and again. You start to ask yourself, is it me or 
am I thinking it to be? So disillusioned that I can’t tell the difference 
anymore. I’ve studied every move so closely that I interpret them differently 
now from when I once did; when it was all still a mystery to me.

I’m just curious to see the outcomes. Not everything turns out the way 
we think it will. Although we always have our idealistic scenarios but we 
try to hard to interpret. We see the characters play the parts. But they are 
just parts, and they’re stuck in them too. They’re stuck and so are we. The 
creation lost the creator in the conjuring. 

Part I

Each person you meet, if you really plan to know them, starts to
grow into your landscape of the world. Their influences are shown in
the picture that’s being painted. Everything simultaneous. It’s radiant.

Is it a picture being painted with an idea in mind? Or is it growing without
a context? Each person that walks into the story plays a role. An obscure
role in fact. Whose impacts don’t immediately show so their roles are
separate from the immediate story… yet they are attached to it. Possibly,
their chapter begins much later and right now they are just in a preface.

But you see your mind expanding the picture, letting all the characters play
their parts in your grand masterpiece. You allow them into your mind and
allow the context to shape around the characters. It narrows. Your picture
seems specified and your vision is tunneled. It then becomes an interplay
of different equations between the characters of the chapter and yourself.
The outcomes are infinite, always calculating the different scenarios of the
equations that appear. Within the context, it’s a calculated guess on which
actions will birth into existence. A creator of scenarios, the creation should
never influence the creator.

Galvanized

Pocketed eye work, it’s all understood. I turn away cause 

my eyes are saying it all. I've already got it wrapped and I 

know by the way you look at me. I see the reflections. I see 

what I was seeking. It ended up seeking me.

My brain is logic based, foundations erased, the mystic craze, 

controls every cell that births from that center. So every morning 

I wake up thinking about the night before. Never being able to

 brush off the feeling, it was real, this spinning, this trance.

See the mystery is already solved but the pieces are scattered. 

I could end the game now but I’m wasting time. I’m in love 

with the chase. I’ll turn the other direction every time, saving 

face, craving the maze.

My minds made up, my minds made up of yours and of mine. 

Collectively we chose to run out of time. Anticipation in the 

moments; the intensity shows in the flash of the eyes. Galvanized 

in the chaos. So the story gets meaner, and the twists get deeper.

The experience is a keeper.