Tuesday, August 14, 2007

absorbing the bullet.

your invigorating scent of mystery permeates this empty place. encapsulated in a fog of memory, I cease to remember all I was sure I would retain. this dimly lit throne of my soul has been awakened.....forbid it be premature.
my soul resonates with words with which i am not yet familiar. the written word soothes my disfigured soul. immerse myself in words that are not yet created so i feel less alone. i attempt to assuage the wound that is my dilapidated heart.
this idyllic life i have created for myself is disintegrating.
bring me to life, oh Lord.