What will I fight for,
if not another day with you?
When the tides roll in
And strength is gone
I make my final stand.
Make it known
to the world
That to this course
I am true.
For what will I fight for,
if not another day with you?

And when you're in those quiet moments by yourself, who are you? When silence is your companion and you're left to think, to be, what is it that you become? What is it that you think? Are you the person that you believe yourself to be? Would you recognize you?

I look not away from my captor.
Though in a shadow of men he lay.
I live my life in semi-light.
Seeing through the pith of grey
Shadows fall across my face
No battle do I do.
A constant thought, just one idea
shifts light from One to Two.

The breath is drawn for nighttime
The curtain closed for morn
The eye first left and then right
As the costume guise is shorn

Like a flame, Thought licks the fibers of Idea
Burning and changing Knowledge and Understanding
into their new forms.
Sputtering and spitting
pop pop POP
the essential gasses and toxins leach into other areas of Consciousness
as the warm, musky smell of smoke clings to a winter coat.
Thought changes at once not only its current vision,
but that of those surrounding it as well.

Hey everyone! Quick update--I started a new blog--simplificationinitiative.blogspot.com. The new one is just going to be the random thoughts that I have in my head, whenever they happen to pop in. The less "refined and eloquent" (or so I'd like to think some things are) thoughts...just me thinking as me. I hope you all check it out and follow it! New postings soon to come!!!

Wiped clear of intention, the pedigree sat to fill a space that character lacked. Imagery could not be used to properly describe the players whose names were formed by the letters on the paper, neither could numbers lend meaning to their age. They simply were and had been forever just as the wind is or dreams are.
It is as such that I found them--that I left them--that I wished I could be one of them. But some beings only touch you for an instant, before they are gone, covered in the life-preserving amber of Memory's embrace.