Everyday tasks become so mundane
Only there to ease the pain...

Softly gliding with primordial wings,
cloyingly salty, the breath of breeze stings...

Raw - this dust, where it flutters away
Sifting shadows, come out and play...

Twisting and turning
Spindly black...

This was actually written May 8th, 2007, but I...
Melody drapes over wind like the scent of...