Saturday, August 16, 2008

Thick Blanket

"Thick Blanket"
On a lonely quiet summer night I sit in silence waiting for that slice of time. My wandering eyes find their way around the tiny sounds of midnight and ponder. The soft gurgling of the stream grabs hold of my ears and I listen; I listen to the deepest thoughts of where there is nowhere left to go. The night is the thick blanket that accompanies me when my mind is cold, it is the companion to dark thought; the darkest thoughts of night. Waiting for that thin sliver to call my own inside the cesspool of lonesome questions that live inside shadow, I wander about only to find that I exist to cause myself pain and I lose myself again. I lose myself every time the night grows dark.
-Armando Torres


Anonymous said...

Gurgling grabbing you...I like it.

Anonymous said...

It's amazing to read this blog and see a very serious side and then go to the After Dinner, my friend, are very complex! :D

Natalie said...

Where do you find the words to express something that seems non-expressible? No, actually, how do you create this chemistry between words that makes them much more than words, but some magic. As if it is made not of words, but of the darkness of the night, of the traces of the thoughts of the night... Enchanting. And scary, because it is so real what you write about in this magical way.


Anonymous said...

A remarkably beautiful post!
You do know how to express yourself, and I thank you for sharing your thoughts with others.
Take care..