old and new
tied in knots
the moon came out
to play...
i stand in the reflective shadows, squinting to see this person's face in the dark. i am lost in a dream-like state, among flowers, songs, smoke rings and frozen things.
this colorado winter has it in for us.
i try not to blink as i take it all in. one lost millisecond provides a dent in my memory. inside this wood. iced plants, flowers, fruit, all dead by the hands of winter. frost. our words rise like puffs of smoke... only the angels know which way to go.
inspire me.
- no apologies.
- i'm a simple soul inside a complex human form. i'm trying to escape. my condition is unsettling, my learned past contradicts my thirst for new knowledge. how do i become fearless? fear is a rationalization of the illogical... am i inept to handle my own realities?
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