Bells falling through the clouds and then through leaves. Falling through the trees onto the soaking earth. Raindrops ring their song into the night, chiming my heart and soul into its midst. I wander further from society, wondering where this path may lead...wondering, indeed, if the same smiles smiling at me right now will be there in the end. I listen to my music; the drums, guitar aching to find its subtle embrace within my mind as it tingles my wet skin.
Simplicity becomes the knot of fiction embedded in my thoughts...something as simple as love defeating every obstacle within reach of my demise. I don't care about the obliterations of the past, for they are but a lesson. The real memory thrives within the touch of my soul to anothers, wonderful bliss in my heart, my mind...it shrouds my dreams in a clear haze, making me long for this prison term of 4 years to pass...away from the solemnity of this day, when I cannot see her face. I can barely hope just to hear her voice just one more time. Goodnight, my child...sleep well.
