fiction : epilogue : frictionless

friction. and it suddenly pops into my head. what is friction? without it birds wont fly, cars wont go and nor will it stop. trees wont grow, fast things will never go slow, shoes wont die, kids will never cry. and if you look carefully, you'll find that friction is what made us what we are today. friction is the sole reason that we exist. when two strangers collided and the friction that caused made us what we are. friction is love. and friction is hate. friction is a form of energy. and love is energy.without friction we are ghosts. wandering aimlessly in limbo.

but there she is. like poetry. like a tornado. like an orchestra of fishes dancing in the sea. you know what i mean right? in those tv shows, where they show those sea critters floating around, damn thats pretty awesome right? and thats how i feel each time i see her. its like you cant stop watching her. you try to resist the temptation but you cant. its like eating ice cream on a blazing summer afternoon when your on a freaking diet. its that good.

anyways, thats just me. i dont know if you ever felt what i felt. im not really good with words. i treat my words like its worth a million bucks per syllable. i dont know why. part of it maybe comes from my old man.

..in utero..


the redeemer.

by aea aka the fake cow

im failing like ive failed a thousand times before
feels like im turning, when im right at the door
too busy trying to be someone that im not
lost all i had, cant find what i sought

they say live your life like your dying tomorrow,
make the most of this breath that we're given to borrow,
but how can i live when all i feel is sorrow,
there's a hole in my heart, and it feels so hollow.

is there salvation for the prodigal son
is there a place where he can hide and run
roam free without bounds on his feet
feel the air in his lungs, and a heart that beats!

the past is gone what's done is done,
i never saw the signs, too busy having fun,
and now ive find myself on the run,
in a race against time,where i lost and he won.

there's no use looking back and hope to rewind,
we must march on and try not to be blind,
keep strong and weary eyed, you'll see the signs,
and carry forth all the things that were left behind.

the moon and sun they will always shine,
until the end of days of all mankind,
its never late to turn back and be,
the very best of a man you can be.

because i believe in salvation of the prodigal son,
there is a place where he will never have to hide or run,
the truth will come it's just a matter of time,
and in the hearts of men it forever will shine.