the scream of consciousness... each day begins as an empty promise to be fulfilled while we surmise the results to be benign or at least kind morning of the spirits noon of the trials night of oblivion as we rotate with the planet while we watch shadows creep up and consume our reflections day in-day out still we never have knowledge beyond dreams and whispers never have more than questions we always ask take a moment and save it time reduced to words as we cry at the beauty we will never understand tears of knowledge salty joy the seasoning of our hearts... michael, 25nov2014 at nabolom.
Posted on: Wed, 26 Nov 2014 00:54:05 +0000