entered my soul once more.
Straggling along, thinking cannot transpire as I sit
in puddles of blue, crystal tears.
Understanding lies in a mountainous desert for the
time being, as I wander from my space in life,
struggling to participate in echoes of destiny and
fate with no results in sight.
Tearing apart a wide expanse, chasing all naturalbeauty into backyards of unwanted neighborhoods.
portraying innocent characters of youth.Listlessly folding in half, jutting out beyond ournatures, careful not to stray too far from home.
for the mind to meditate on.Seeing many things held within my mind – allows unlockingof it.Laying everything out upon the crystal sheet of glass – allbecomes clearer as it’s mirrored back in upon itself.Before me is marbeled wood, holding up a sheet of glass.It represents my mind – a clean slate – to be written…
Leaving me desolate and withouthope from this moment forward.
mosaics.Being partially hidden in darkness, covered bythe shadows of midnight.
