What Intertwines?

Today we all fell into the invisible.
The invisible can sense the like.
Yet we never realized how it happened.
We never noticed the time.
Never sensed the truth.
Keep living your perfect scenario of what this really is.
What this really means.
Of what's really going on.
Please. Never strike truth. Never find real.
Don't even glance to it, as it stares you in the face.

The day is getting to me.

I feel like I should be breathing and bleeding art. I want it to be me. I want to be it. I want to feed upon it. I feel like I should be reading more. I feel like my brain is slowly deteriorating because I lack the time to do these things that I have, for so long, been growing off of. I feel the idiot slipping into me. I can't change it, I can't push myself to do things that I love to do. What if I love to do them because I'm free to? If I push these things down my throat I may not barf up what I'd like. So instead I patiently wait for something to spurge out on it's own. It hasn't for my schedule won't allow it. But I'm going to adjust so it will. If it doesn't, I'm afraid I'll lose myself. This self I've worked hard at over the past years. Who I want to be. Who I am.

These are some old-ish, random works that I pulled out of a file that is starting to collect dust.
They share nothing in common. Besides two of them are my best friend.