A voice of chilled adrenaline
flies out of its net...

My life is beginning to be defined
by the question words...

Interpretations can be fatal
in the footsteps of an honorable dreamer...

Everything about you sings to me;
It doesn't matter what words I think I hear...

Joy isn't going to have meaning
when you sulk at grimy stools...

Who cares if I sneak
too many glances...

March 17, 2010...

Raven violin strings
sing with sons of wind...

I never knew why I was here,
in this dimension...

In the tune of silence
from the world of corrupted...

[Love me.]
It was only an assurance...

I wonder if Earth grieves the
same way souls do...