Thursday, December 20, 2012

Be Bright

Peace from disease. Anger and rage replaced by soft lines of thought. Nights indifferent to the realities on the screen. I relate to the feel of thought in my head. Many situations should have ended me up dead. Maybe he is the same, though he has fame. He shares space with an entity prized for her vermillion pride and beauty. Little ones did come. I back away from imaginal in that zone. There are people here and I feel like he is about to live alone.

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