it comes to a slow screeching halt amongst the ashes of the aforementioned storm, words are not fit, lashed to a failing body, although able, a reckoning of the slow failing of health and wealth as crutches, ease of movement was once a drug worth fighting for, now could easily
be drifting out with the tide, out of the illusion of control, as if there ever was such a grip, luck, more like lust, pacing the planks watching the frost fade into water into the fog coating this last wintry day of 2011, thankful for all that is here and all that is to come and all that has been, the new year can bring promise of new love, new life, new way of living, a shrugging off of the tattered identities that fit so comfortably, but hinder growth, that is all that i could wish for
in this gray lit kitchen on an afternoon full of soft son snores and scratchy throats, a prayer for the living, a prayer for the dying, a beautiful wish...........................
it comes to a slow screeching halt amongst the ashes of the aforementioned storm, words are not fit, lashed to a failing body, although able, a reckoning of the slow failing of health and wealth as crutches, ease of movement was once a drug worth fighting for, now could easily
be drifting out with the tide, out of the illusion of control, as if there ever was such a grip, luck, more like lust, pacing the planks watching the frost fade into water into the fog coating this last wintry day of 2011, thankful for all that is here and all that is to come and all that has been, the new year can bring promise of new love, new life, new way of living, a shrugging off of the tattered identities that fit so comfortably, but hinder growth, that is all that i could wish for
in this gray lit kitchen on an afternoon full of soft son snores and scratchy throats, a prayer for the living, a prayer for the dying, a beautiful wish...........................
