chocolate tears

infinitely smaller than a footstep that continues to imprint the bottom of the murky waters, a pebble drops to form a ripple thats to represent the movement of sound. only if youre there will you hear it, otherwise the sound does not exist. monitoring my mental capacity as it drops to a nonexistant level becomes a priority but not a requisite. in fact, its unpresidented in its attempt to blind the ones who think they see because the truth takes the form of the living creatures to reveal that you do NOT know what you think you know. the silence might be so loud that its deafening and the audible is muted for the audible is almost always inaccessible and completely irrelevant. so who should we believe? the walls that form around us, pain dripping lazily upon our heads from the ceiling, or speech presented by the sky and stars that breathe us and guide us when we cannot find the way. yesterday i found a way to measure life within a teaspoon, swallow the substance and find myself regurgitating upon the bathroom floor. i fell into a quiet sleep and lost myself within the tubes of ticking seconds, jumping over numbered mountains and sucking innocence out of a straw. so if this has any meaning, its the meaning you connect within yourself, between your mind and heart, to make an agreement. what it is, only you know.