Little alex

Last night was a normal night. I was at Lloyd's deciding what to do.
Apon walking to the pub we were asked by a police officer driving around if we had seen a little 10 year old autistic boy in a red shirt walking around. We hadn't seen anything so we said we would keep our eyes open.
It was at this point I posted on my Facebook asking for help also writing to a local community page asking them to post to increase awareness.
It was when we were at the pub and had seen the police had employed the use of a helicopter to find the little boy that we understood this was bigger than we thought. We downed our drinks and went to help the search party.
There were so many people out looking and helping it was truly a heart warming sight.
We grew worried when we realised there were so many fire fighters, police and ambulances for just a missing child.
Lloyd and I searched for about an hour before we tried to get some answers from the police on the station. They told us to move off and not approach which made us weary of what had happened. We asked a camera man who had his camera trained on the station if he was there for the child and all he could do was nod.
I asked has he been found and all he could say was "yes" in a solum voice.
My next question was only "was it the train." And he just gave me a bleak nod again.
He hadn't told us what had happened but it was painfully obvious from what we could infer from the information we had gathered.
This poor boy got lost at 7.15 from at the base of oatley station and was found at 9.20 on the tracks of the station.
This poor boy was scared and lost and unable to help himself for 2 hours.
For what ever reason he ended up where he ended up but unfortunately that ended his short sweet life.
It is a painful reminder that although we are quite sheltered in our little town in oatley we are capable of having tradgeties happen here.
Last night was no normal night. 

Breath

I feel like shit.
Like a ephemeral ember bound to be snuffed out.
I want to live but the world has other plans.
I suffer a lonely plight that I fear I can not fight.
I gasp for breath in a vaccum chamber. Each breath brings me closer to my last.
Dying from my own self made delirium.
The irony of this catch 22 with in sight.

Lost

I don't know what I want. What to be or who to be. I don't know who I want to talk to or what to say. Nor do I want to think about the next day.
I have not goals, plans or aspirations. I'm stuck on floor 1 with 101 Dalmatians. Some times I can't breath when I think about what everyone expects of me. I just want to be me for being me and run free as happy as can be. But for now I'm lost. Utterly and hopelessly lost.

Chemical void

Why do I always feel the need for substances.
Coffee, weed and caps, alcohol and rack.
Things to wake me up and help we think. Things to make me sleep and help me shrink away from the pains of society.
I wouldn't say I'm addicted to any of them. whereas my dependence depends on the shred of a thought circling around pure energy ripped apart and reconvened around a metaphorical round table.
The predictable structure this metabolic caos provids.
Is so Sublime.
For in destruction there is creation and the more my mental fortatude get strong armed and torn down by these chemical sledge hammers, the more I bounce back better than ever. 

Wind makes trees strong - UNKNOWN 

Fractured brain. Nothing to gain. Misguided fame. 

Eternal weightlessness

I'm lost In this eternal spacewalk. Somewhere between where I need to be and where I want to be. Dumbfounded and with a quizzical expression I dare to understand my reality. Unfortunately for this weary pshyconaut the universe and conscious thought cannot be contained within the 5th dimensional box we refer to as our brains. Perhaps one day he will grasp the tail end of the answer he is looking for but for now he will have to be content with the knowledge that definitions are only correct because people haven't proven them wrong and one day he will be the one to redefine the word impossible. 

Potent

A woman is like a teabag. You can't tell how strong she is until you put her in hot water. - stranger I heard in passing  

Who do you think your talking to?

Join the dots and draw your own conclusion