Saturday, January 10, 2009

Tonight is the affirmation of my souls concession, My fearful echoing relent into the night, That floats empty without ears or eyes to meet the gravity, and depth that binds me to my distaste. I'm not creating, or venting, but humbly tracing out an image that is now coming clearly into conception. I miss being a strong person weightless and of a level conscience. Tonight is the affirmation of my souls concession.