How It Really Was...

 A wind from the west, a rainy cloud from the Northeast. A ship arriving from Taiwan; a new idea destroyed by light; a light formed during the destruction of reality; another place where craziness is chaotic. A place where there is rest, and no need for sleep. A place. Where the fabric of reality is devoid of consciousness. Awaiting an idea, to cruise the stillness. Stillness and silence; a form of expression when all ceases to fail; when all trees bow down to the sun. A musician making his way to Spokane; a new way of life found in Ohio; a bottle of shampoo thrown off Mt. Kilimanjaro; The words too far to follow. A British person telling me about a riot from Russia; another place taking off from America; another landing in Seattle; an island of the Great lakes; another call from abroad. An email from the poet in Belgium; a text from a lady in Germany. 24 texts at noon...from a kid in Russia. 24 texts at midnight...from a kid in Michigan. 24 emails...from a lost soul in paradise. A note...from a Swedish girl. Another word about jealousy...from a tired astronomer in Japan. Another set of notes...this time, from hooligans in England. A message on Yahoo Answers...from a man that says he's Scottish. A notification...from an insane idiot in America. Another reason...to say how it really was...