The more I drink wine the more I feel complete, maybe just maybe this strong drink of olden days and past moons has awakened something which further changes my past of being obsolete. So I drink and drink and drink another glass more and now find myself knocking at you spiritual door. I'd Love to further explore the shadows of you and your mind, do not fret, nor close third eye, for the darkness you fear to show others I was born into hence the color of my darkened hide. You hide in the dimmed silhouette glow of the setting western sun. So intriguing I find your defense, like eastern morning dawn I rise to the challenge of knocking down your walls with a warm heavenly Love. I've begun to delete all things digital so through an instant telegram you'll no longer find me or my words. Now and forever more catch my spoken tongue and spirit in the land of creatures, the sea of fish and the air of fowls and soaring birds. How absurd my heart to actually daydream about breaking away from what it truly feels. With pen, pad and blood of Christ my all I'll further reveal. Is this the real life or just fantasy? Momma I've killed myself and a Phoenix has risen from ashes of this self inflicted casualty. I've actually never felt this liberated nor whole. New life feeds me humble pie and inner peace from a soup bowl. I control nothing, a higher force operates my thoughts, actions, feelings, spirit and heart. Gently my Father says "don't give up on her, though she may feel she has lost who she was, keep trying to show and tell her she's been perfect from the start". How unfortunate it is the devil's game which slowly plucks the feathers of the wings of the most beautiful lark.