Falling into waterfalls, cascading curtains of sorrow fell upon me. Driving the rain of misery onto my face as I wavered in times of excruciating pain.

Surging through space of past experiences, falling rightside up on wings of flavor.There are many factors describing essences of beauty asseen by individuals.Capturing, as waves capture the sea over and overtumultuously.Never swerving from their impact on life, held withintheir salted grasp, weeping carefully into pools of ever-lasting secondary transpirations.Time held tightly within, awaiting it’s chance…

Catching all stations falling away and needing to be picked up.

into adjacent aisles of creativeness,filling pockets of emptiness withsufficient tears of sorrow.Acknowledging stanzas in melodies ofextrasensory perceptions,while rhythm takes over and processesequal portions of mathematical formulas.

Yet, I play imagination’s creative music in time with my innate desire.

of living.Settling down, every thought is captured and heldtightly for good measure.

measured meters of music and rhyming.Tasting memories of past meals,together with family and friends.