Surrogate-Failsafe

There is my father's rage. There is my father's love. There is my father's neurosis and lack of honesty combined with sly sleight of word for which he uses to dance like a bat, feeling his way through the darkness aided by the sound of us. Us being the only reliance he has and at the same time the only collection of broken retainers and primal beats that can stand him. Like soundscapes that brush along the asphalt of shattered waterfalls, he walks -no, JUMPS- from feeling to feeling, swinging up and down like a mad bear, his power unmistakable, roaring from the corners of our cruel schools and the ceilings of our dizzying dreams. But then th

I was born into your world deaf and blind. Certainly not numb, as my heart was tearing away at my ribcage, abandoning all sense of elegance and subtleness as I lost my grip in a swirl of madness. Born deaf, blind and mute; your expression unreadable, your words incomprehensible and myself paralyzed at the consequences pending on my own shaking fingers. Certainly not without taste, as your face stole its way into my sense of fragrance, licking at my utterly fresh sanity as it began to wear down. And as quickly as I came into your world, with barely a breath, you leave mine; his stealing hands grazing your absence of mind, knowing you need

What am I but notes of different melodies, carefully side-stepping onto different strings, always keeping one foot ahead while my other foot seems to have disappeared.             It's not really what matters but I want to say it anyways. Winter is drawing it's last breath as Spring tumbles its way towards us, and the cold breath is gasping to me the sensual that I seek in the soft of skin from faceless people in my dreams.             It's not really what matters but I want to say it anyways. My marks for this semester have been on par, slightly better than last. I'm making some sort of progress with my current employment and I feel at