Clash.

A kid is arguing with is mum. He's arrogant, he thinks he's got it over his mum. His mum is staunch, her emotion is clear, anger is there. Even if he doesn’t get what he wants, he's still won.

Hero's soft voice silenced. He was of the greatest kind.
Gunned downed, all too soon, all too soon.
And now the world is weeping.

The empty rooms are my audience. I'm making the greatest breakthrough, and its all in my head. I pour out my knowledge and let the silence hear it. I reply to my questions, the problems are laid bare before my intense analytical argument. i'm completely insane

Winds grip at the sides of the mountain, rock and weather grapple in an unending struggle.
Ice structures and the homes of ancient times.
The frozen twilight hold them in stasis. Timeless

Hand scratches face. The lines of the road flash past.
The music beat. It makes me think of things beyond the here and now.
I'm holding the steering wheel. I'm holding onto dreams. I slow the car at the next corner. But I'm hearing the screams from the nether world.

The shadows are left behind. Where my shoes once crushed grass now touch bare rock.
The stone is flat, faced towards the town, and the sun is setting, where it had been rising before. I’ve stepped through the doorway that warped the outer world.
I'm looking for him.
I'm looking for the hunter.

Glimmer in the night. I stumble slightly, but stand up straight. I laugh with the others, I'm enjoy the free feeling. I am drunk. Stars and darkness and inaudibly words. Its all fun and games. I’m spinning in circles. But the images are there, they’re at the edges of everything and they are waiting.

Incidence with consequence.
But, there is no incidence.
Yet, there is consequence.

I'm a dream. I know I am. For it is only when i reverse my words, that i make sense.
If I see the shards of light, and the shards of broken glass, are they the same? They are in my mind.

Unable to sleep in my nightmare.
My nightmare is of me sleeping.
It tortures me.

I reconsider the weary landscape. I deliberate. I do demand. The attention is lost. It lacks detail. I can't be found there.

I'm neither twilight angel, nor night rider, nor sun dancer.
The war continues and the shadow fires inspire the empty illness.
Transparent.
Translucent.

There is an Unknown Hunter inside of me.

Writing cursor blinks softly on the screen...blink...blink...blink, vaguely hypnotizing as if only interesting in grabbing your attention for a second; its just letting you know its there. What's it waiting for; you, someone in the back of your head whispers.

Couldn't care less for that blurred mirrored image, sleeplessness and wakeful desires; scraffy hair; dark shadowed eyes, most likely from lack of wakefulness than lack of sleep. Wakefulness being the uneasiness and drained feeling of knowing your awake but never really being there. Never in the moment, only the small gap between each second. Squeezed in between time so tight that you cant breath.

The clues are all across your room, the unmade bed, the piles of clothing thrown here and tossed there. No order, no structure, but what do you care. what does anyone care about that sort of thing. Your textbooks and notes are falling limply out of your bag; as dead from lack of excitement as you are. Excess change on the book cabinant, 10 cents, 50 cents, their all supposed to mean something lumped in piles from each separate day you dragged them from your pocket. your supposed to know what to do with it; your supposed to know what to do with money, but its all thrown away on necessities. wasted.

You press the button on your phone, watch the time disappear, replaced with a bright piercing light, that seems unreal in the greater darkness of the room. Seems like no-one called, not that it means anything, but you want it to. You sometimes wait for a mysterious call from a person you dont know, just to hear what their waiting for and if its the same thing as you.

A tune is ringing in your ears. You forgot you put your headphones on. You thought you were daydreaming like you normally do, hearing the familiar tunes, the heavy strum of a guitar, the rapid predictive movement of sound set by the drums. A whole orchestra of noises is playing in your head, and you can't quite work out why its there. Your miles away and dont even belong there.

Heya,
Well i guess this being my first entry for the journal i should make some small introduction about myself and what i do.
Hi my names Oliver...and i do...things.
Alrite, done. Now lets get into the day to day affairs.
So today was my first training day at my new job as working as a Guest Attendant at the new Hotel opening in Gerringong. Got bugger all experience in hospitality but i still got the job which is cool. So yeh it wasnt any practical training cause the hotel isnt open yet, and they'r still doing the final touches to the buildings and the property. The 50 other ppl who had been employed and myself mostly sat around learning about our responsiblity as hotel representatives and what our attitude should be and how we deal with the customers, pretty mundane stuff.
Anyway that was all fine. Im pretty excited about working there. I just hope im able to fix up the problem with needing to get my RSA certificate b4 the 1st March.
The only other thing that happened today was that my friend, Matt got out of hospital after fucking up his hand. He had a fight with some glass.
Also i finally submitted some of my poems and prose into my scrap section. Nothing new, just stuff i'd written ages ago and never really looked at since today.
So ya theres a start for my journal.