We all live on the dark side of the moon. Trains a chugging down the tracks, slowly, daily, predictably. Time clicks on, its wheels rotating pushing things forward. A fiction that holds things in the places they are. A structure that gives things walls, so as to enable us to manage lives. The train chugs on in accordance with time. And we are all bound to this time, and everything, all things run, move in accordance to the clicking wheel. We all live on the dark side of the moon.
We all live on the dark side of the moon. Tears stream down endlessly, where pain is rather numbed out to avoid the truth. We feel we must move. Together with the train so we don't get left behind. The train chugs on. Empty lips kiss cigarette butts and empty lungs inhale its fumes. The soul screams as it dies once more. On the dark side of the moon, no one hears soul sounds. No one hears heart beats. We all live by the clicking wheel. We all live on the dark side of the moon.
We all live on the dark side of the moon. Hidden agendas, hidden dreams pull and tug, and yet structures bind us. Money takes hold of the reasons behind the petty pace guided by the walls of the clicking wheel. The leech sucks the blood of the leech sucking on the blood of the leech sucking the blood of the other leech. Blood sucking. Blood sucking, wheel clicking, blood sucking, wheel clucking, blood sucking, wheel clicking. Soon blood sucking and wheel clicking marries and become one. For wheels to click, apparently blood must be sucked. We all live by the blood sucking clicking wheel. We all live on the dark side of the moon.
Look out the window, darkness closes in. No one knows what light means. No one's seen it at the dark side of the moon. The sun is but a fiction. Laugh. Reality is fiction. No one knows what is truth, the clicking wheel has silenced all truth. The predictable structure that we all live by. Veiled eyes don't see truth. Look out the window and see to the end, the edge of the light behind the smog. The light behind the dark side of the moon.
Cross the line.
To the other side.
To the other side.
What is on the other side?
1 comment:
What is on the other side indeed? And how to get across? And what if it is too dark, Rain?
As for the level so blood sucking leeches, yes, they pain before they pay. But the heart slowly turns to stone. Decisions come not because of desire, but because of Lucre. Or the overpowering desire for what Lucre might bring. And then one morning to realise that her touch was ephemeral. And all that was sacrificed at her alter may have brought more joy..
But who has seen the dark side of the moon Raina? And what if its even more lonely out there?
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