“Within all, blossoms something of wondrous beauty— Let it grow, let it burn, let it light your way. You who welcomes dawn, watches the day sprout and grow; You who stands over the haze, the howls, and the orange cracks at dawn, Bear in you the beauty of life, the rare glamour of it…”
“The weight of the body, heart, mind and soul, can at times be too much for one to bear. Dead within, some drag feet to their graves every day; every day, doing something, feeling useless, feeling (like) nothing…”
“The sky of emotions thunders with dark clouds. A heavy heart fears… the coming storm, the raging floods; The end feels near…”
Scurrying through my mind’s enveloping dark, I clasp reason; smokey above and smokey below. Whoosh! Whoosh! Accompany my passing, “To the gates! To the gates!” A whisper a-side, “Decision, make it now, no time! No better time!” The dark is full, I scurry through; my mind is full.
“Do not reap joy from another’s sadness, or live in the expense of another’s breath—joy and life are not rewards, they fade…”
“O’, blessed sky, wash our pain in your pain, take our anger in yours, cover this darkness…”
“Evil is a bad thing; what is worse about it, is that it is a bad thing that does not go away. It roots itself…”
The hate.
Innocent territory.
The little girl.
