Hello - A Postcard

Hello. Who needs fate when you have Satan? Music has been taken and tainted by the all-corrupter. Fear his work. Fear his clothes. Pat Boone will save you. His voice rings out in the stormy night - a beacon calling ships lost at sea. Winnie-ther-Pooh was a sea captain. Sailed the raging seas did he. Can you name his vessel? Sometimes words burn like chaotic embers in the recesses of my mind. Syllables riccochet around my cerebellum, the sound of their collisions a soft syncopating tune that matches the rhythmic pumping of my heartbeat; tiny bellows blowing the thick blood of life through my veins. The blood of life is green. The fires of life burn jade against the night sky. Do not fear the emerald light. Do not taste the bitter sapphires of sorrow. Truth and lies are one and the same. Both can be bought for a song, both can be lost with a look, neither can be held in your tiny palm. Feel the magic as it slips between my fingers. Intangible invisible it touches all my senses. Sitlent it screams in the fading echoes of my voice - remember your memories; apply them to today; are they the same? Who owns the past? Spontaneous combustion of the present will leave only pale grey ashes for the future. Right is wrong and wrong has left us alone. Stand in the rain and feel the fires burn brighter. Forever becomes a single moment in time. Falling letters strike eccentric nibs like tiny meteors strike the atmosphere. See me ignite. See me take flight. Follow me and lose your shadow in the night. Right now is the true green moment of life. Now now is the past. Your now and my now will never coincide. That is true beauty.