|Straight until we beat, and this too shall pass.
||[Dec. 10th, 2017|06:11 am]
The words curled up in me still alive, yet quiet.|
A stillness in my being even as I am restless.
Wandering I roam to waters known and unknown.
Waking up before my time.
Still my eyes heavy with sleep.
What is required maybe to walk ten thousand miles.
Ten thousand miles still and then I walk.
Where am I going.
There have been plans some layed out some wandered.
Some failed some burned.
Life a series of changes.
Permute with me this waking morning till kamikaze eyes burn.
Suns to bright to see.
Long time coming.
Oh yes we do.
Still I wander into the glorious light burning with the intensity of all creations.