we are all searching for ourselves in the desperate scribblings of our own pages seeking the heights of beautiful light in the darkest corners of night terribly remembering beautifully forgetting we are all apologists begging for scraps from a happy hearts table our lives are lived from roadside signs that proclaim our redemption is just around the bend and some thief savior or ***** saint gonna clasp us by the hand lead us to a promised land seeking the heights of beautiful light in the darkest corners of night terribly remembering beautifully forgetting on our pages, we escape angrilyΒ Β on our pages, we are imprisoned willingly taste that chain holding you down french kiss the locks that hold you in place write with a fever of words that make your world dizzy with desire write with the sweat of her ******* as your ink write with the depth of his eyes as your page the poem you carve out of your struggles the poem you breathe into the winter night cold hard rain is the poem you will be remembered for is the one that you put your soul into while you were seeking while your heart was searching in another life I was golden in another life, you were made of sunshine in another life, we were together