August 10, 2008

Fleeting fronts of anticipation have been leading this life for these past weeks, and i am drowning my sorrows away! I only seek to relax the sore depths of heart; tranquil desires with such an inescapable depth. Chill, to meet the heart halfway between the moment and serenity–Sincerity! Am i still babbling of such concepts? Of course, set before me, forever more!

Vices set a place of comfort, do not put in a sense of rapture! This is only to keep self-destruction at bay. Vices, and a cool August morning breeze, tasting as sweet as fine liquor and feeling as smooth as soft hands chilling a spineless soul attached to skin and bones.

But the sky has been so clear these past dozen hours or so. What does that leave in store? Perhaps more revelations in the form of verse are to come. Or perhaps flickers of life, scenes of torture will disperse!


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