Free Association

Haven't been able to write in years, I let my mind go tonight,

Trapped in a solitude of horizons, I set a line of misbelief dangling to the choir below. Elegantly my mind drifts into a plain of consciousness, which I am not entitled too.
Racing for the cure for obscurity, I plunge a knife towards the well of uncertainty, begging for what once was. Shrinking reflective depths of the silhouette against my wall beg me to stop the repetitiveness of the delusion.
Magnified impressions do not leave without tread, sparked repeatedly without agitation.
Light casts shadows over the fragile mind, highlighting only the essential qualities of life.
The need for accelerated animation begins to outweighs the opponents compulsion of control.