Space is filled with memories of today
Opening your eyes while you reap what was sown
WHERE do you find comfort sleeping on a bed of nails
It is also a place owned by all and that is where I begin....
Tears of others used as a whetstone tool
Sharpened tongue precisely placed
Like a black avalanche being called by the sound to follow, color appears beyond the ebbing tide of birds. It's beautiful. It's dangerous. It is a fate unfolding from the heavens bore from the depths of your new hell.
I do wish peace to those with struggles, whether they are visibly obvious or hidden deep within their selves.