Shhhh...
Sing me to sleep, will you?
And the naughty box answers, rolling out hours of what hypnotizes many in a puddle of drool. The chapters and lives of a figment of a helpless man's imagination will strip hours of life if able. But dreamers will dream on, nestled beneath their covers. And though dawn breaks and another day rolls over, they remain in a still and luscious haze. Sleep is amazing; I can recall such innocent days. I envy the silence between the dreamers ears, how I wish I could see what they do: the brightness and rosey glow of life abundant.
... actually, I fear that when the sleeper awakes, the nightmare around them will far exceed the one I see now. Only a handful can see it approaching, beyond the west and east. It will pounce upon the shores like jagged rocks, storming windows and bone, turning everything green to dust.
Hold your breath, my friend. Hold my hand and fear not. The lies are too many to count, I know, like a hurricane the history they keep will seem like falsehood, but turning your back will only settle your fate.
Shhh, there, in the foreground, the talking box gabs on, it waits to feed your every desire. To serve every appetite. There are no limits, so feast on.
Yet loins will quiver, and not the good kinda shake. I wonder... has our reprieve come to an end? Have the floodgates broken? The next chapter of humanity is just around the corner, ready to rob us further.
Easy is never good. Easy_______ is never good. You fill in the blank.
Fracture update: Healing. Smilin' though it.
