It could be

It could be worse.
It could be worst.
It could be stuck in a hotel-room with you.
It could eat out your heart, tear it in chunks, lick your blood and slowly chew it from one side to the other,
Turning it in its mouth, waiting for you to cringe.

It could be yesterday.
It could be tomorrow
It could be in five seconds when you let those pulsating, throbbing images of the world outside go and focus on the universe within.
It couldn’t be happening.
It couldn’t happen to you.
Sleeping with the lights on, the telly in the background to drown out the noise from the city you’re hostage to.
It could be worse.

It could be testing your perseverance, your will to linger to escape that brilliant darkness.
It could not be worse
It is the worst.
It is letting go of your invisible friend when you were fourteen
It could be never recovering.
It could be a broken spirit, a mind and soul that is not ready for the world outside, which at the same time dreads the shadows in her room.
It could be temptation.
It could be to others.

It could be a coping-meachanism, to always be right, to always feel sure, to always judge yourself and to destroy yourself whenever danger’s ahead.
It could be automatic.
It could be a trigger.
It could be the mirror you’re trying to smash, the mirror that should lie to you, but bias never works in the aftermath, so you should know.
It could be made of wood.
It could be made of flesh.
It certainly couldn’t be worse than that.

It could be money.
It could be flowers in your path
It could be all those things but nothing at all
Nothing at all that would unleash the saw to break it even.
Nothing at all to make things even, smooth as you run your fingers over its surface,
Smooth as you turn off your telly to let the song repeat in your head.

It could be worse.
It could be worse to be stuck.
It could be worse to leap over faith.
It could be worse to remember your friend’s girlfriend’s brother who’s miles away,
Who will have given you his heart to replace yours that’s shred to bits
It could be worse.

It could be still believing in palmistry, a premonition years ago.
It could be waiting for work.
It could be waiting for lifelines on your forehead.
It could be passing by while you’re afraid to pin down the window, still stuck in a loop with and by and through your thoughts, your spinning head that won’t stop.
It could be unavoidable.
It could be the Boss.
It could be Mexico.
It could be at where you’re stuck.
It could be wasting life while waiting for it to pass to be wasted.

It could be worse.
It could be a verbal fight that’s taking place in your head
It could be unspoken words that make you bitter, your face look old,
It could be green with envy
It could be the 90s
It could be sixteen or seventy-three
It could be finally taking responsibility
It could be finding a new religion, a leader for a new generation next to the best thing
It could be trying new ways of life
It could be hungry, so hungry it makes your stomach cramp
It could be a tent in black and white and you its only inhabitant
It could be a world to decide which sex
It could be beauty (but it isn’t)
It could be unleashed potential
It could be danger and you its fire
It could be driven with petrol
It could be trains that hit you with thoughts
It could be a girl and a boy
It could be sharing a language you don’t need
It could be a journey as sisters in agony
It could be old
It could be magnifying
It could be looking for a word while you’re trying out other options
It could be an overuse
It could be a misuse
It could be money that you don’t own
It could be a lifestyle not made for you
It could be friends and updates you don’t need
It could be a glimpse into the past
It could be finding yourself going in circles.

It could be worse.
It could be overpowering and it could be time,
It could be good to you and it could be trying,
It could be a chance and it could mean change.
It could mean life.
It could be light, it could be peace
It could be acceptance
It could be you.

04/21/2010

Hello People of the World!

So there I am... creating my blog-page, writing my very first blog entry ever.
Kinda exciting.
What else...
Hm. Let me think.
Nope, nothing yet.
Then again, this is called The Chaos Chronicles, so be prepared for some chaos, damaged images I need to digest by jotting them down in virtual reality, for each and every one of you voyeurs to help me digest.