tunnel vision of darkness. the harshness
of a desperately fatigued soul finds a place
to rest his head. a place to make his bed.
a time to awake from the patterns of a
recluse. the reason for the abuse extremely
over rated. the same self degrading abuse
is stripped off like the shedding of old skin.
disposed of... this is the unfolding of a
message kept hidden on paper, stashed away
for years until only words scribbled as text
show some form of tears. if only in text, it
will have to suffice. eventually, hopefully, in
our desperate of times we will find the light.
