A Nervous reflection on a lonely sidestreet

I often notice it while walking down the street
when the sun is coming back to earth
before laying her down for sleep. The light
laying across sidewalks and gardens yawning
drearily a palpable gold into space. In chorus
waves of birds obscure clouds of color
sending their song to mingle into the expanding
emphatic light. And as sound and light merge
into one infinite point, when expanding
becomes the expanse of an open horizon. For a
quick instant I can see it. All laid out before me, 
a mirror of thought on synaptic symmetry
a nervous system interwoven in rays. Above the
flow of life the expanse on my horizon fades
bringing feet to where they had been standing
on solid ground I walk forward holding still
the rhythm of the rays lingering sound.

In The Art of The Moment.

In all that time, the flashlight had never stopped shining.

It’s easier to feel alone when you know there is no real alone. Like when taking a shower in a hotel room and you move in time with, but don’t notice, the rhythm of neighborly love.

We’ve tried our best to keep it here, hold it down-pat. Like any hoe-down, those who live on the outskirts get too drunk to keep going. It’s never long before there’s only a few canes leaned against the wall and velcro orthopedics scuffing the floor. But he’ll be there, in the corner, with that shiny smile in his eye.

The glare off the mirrors can be the worst, before the light refracts and it is all white. I just want to go to sleep.
Where is something more boring?

And he’ll tell you just what you wanted to hear, but never knew that you could. You will assume that he must be talking to someone else. Someone behind you. It is a big party.

Broken hips, every night, for i-don’t-even-know-how-long, we’ll keep trying. Nothing says we ain’t gettin’ it right.

I still don’t know what all these colors are, I seem to see them all the time. I guess they don’t really bother me, but i want them away. Not here. I want that boring again that i can’t really remember. I know it was good.

Pulling the beam of light left to hold on another couple for a moment. Make them feel the heat of the moment. Look up then kiss, this is special.

People are funny.

She didn’t seem to really like my story about the triple rainbow. She told me my life is too mundane for her to associate with me any longer. I told her this doesn’t mean anything.

It’s always a bitch to find the batteries. Every time the flashlight drops it’s like they instantly flee, as far from their dark plastic containment as possible.

The man leaves a picture of himself for someone else to find.

They probably just want to experience potential energy’s art. You want credit,
I understand.

Hello world.
I am Noah Harrell. I know this means nothing but so does everything. I started this blog in order to be more apart of the global interconnected society that this wonderful planet is evolving. Some part of me believes that our expanding and enlightening is paralellel with the new worlds provided by information technology and the understanding/breakdown of relative conceptual reality brought forth by the transcendental nature of globalized society. So i will throw my stick into the fire, so to speak, and let my nonsense be lost in the eternal humming of nonsense we call existence.

One Love and Light my fellow beings.
May your sufferings be few, your pleasures plenty, and your love unconditional.
In loving nonsense-Noah