Monday, April 16, 2012

Monday, April, 16, 2012; Walking Back Home

All of their words seemed to fade into the background as their symbols shone through each false expression that left their lips. The rain dripped down the window panes & the simple music shown to be more significant than anything my ears have ever been blessed to hear.

Destruction is the only thing I witness in the light of all our eyes,
in the light of the street signs, lamp posts, & the dimmed dining room late at night.

From within my own heart I have found a vibrancy that makes the sun look bleak. 

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