Touch Inside Shadow

Purpose is given oxygen by an unseen being above. Times can be befuddled; empty basins need a love. Hollowed out in a groove the night seeps directly in the ways of purpose we do fall short and then we sin. But what could be wrong if not for our pleasures? The bliss of a friend’s…

Fatigued

Straying from all that shelters, falling down below the brink of sanity I am becoming all that is turning I’m becoming extinct. The world has changed and air is thinner by the every hour. Reduced I am to fatigue my loss has ripped soil of rose flowers. Beauty has become foreign I’ll walk on floors…