I stand before this shadow knowing all the lies, all the madness, and all the possibilities laying silently on the doorsteps waiting for me to wake. I am know longer a  stranger to this place of destruction, or beauty, possibly both. I embrace them. Clarity shines deep. So deep that in the process of seeing myself, I saw the coward corrupted by the once so beautiful blessing bestowed in this heart. A coward because I  do not want to hurt her. A liar because the truth is we can know longer be.
The moon hasn't been out in months babe. That crash left some permeant damage. That one when you turned off the lights just when I needed to see. Why I thought I could piece together so much broke glass I am yet to understand. What's clear though is this numbness has left my mind running to long, and this heart, well it wants to feel again. May the curtains come down with the lesson instilled in my soul to never taunt true love with a broken dream.

Behold this moment of stillness
Before your eyes is us
The witty, the broken, the loved, the happy, the angry, the starving, the sexually abused, the widows, the wimps, the selfish, the great, and the dull
All with a voice
All with different dreams and screams released or withheld
Apart, alone, dying
Together, in company, dying
Cycles and roles at their finest
Dressed for the occasion of an unexpected death
Naked for the occasion of a predictable sunrise
Time is impeccably relevant to quenching the thirst of desire
Be not only a dreamer, for life, is already a dream
Everything you are is now, and now is all you know
In a fools ego rest the space to which fears the hollow truth-
A voice with no meaning and passion with no action are as useless as
a city of fools

Revolt from the cold of the wind,
She spares know waste of energy
Under diluted skies and foreign stars,
The mask comes off
Reveling the reflection of flawed
Simply dark
Indulged in silence,, for words cannot capture everything
She exfoliates a still heart
However in her stillness,
Everything fluctuates
Leaping and bouncing and ******* around
In silence there is no stillness,
For stillness is a state of mind
Just as imperfection is perfect,
So is she
Adversed to love or not,
Embrace your footprint I say
Mankind's impeccabilities remain flawless
Disastrous and miraculous art formed off original memories and emotions.  
Expect the unexpected for it drips of meaning.
A comfort to all wanderers and squatters I hope.