For the narrative up coming, just know, I am neither mad nor sound. I hover somewhere in spaces, deeply unfound...

I had never ventured further, than the stages of my own reality. But I changed what mind I had, just a little, when it came to he. Simply stated, the stars shone for him at night. Never minding that darker scale, of what is wrong and never right.

Guilty me, as the night did deepen. It’s a race I’d never won before; as I was shorn and always beaten. Like the path from my heart, I had recovered with scars. Like a chalk line washed away, I was sullen behind my bars.

Oh, woe and poor. Defenseless, while I could not say what I had grown to adore. ‘Twas a name of a thousand ordinary pieces, placed as one upon my tongue. A plague of letters, to scorn past my teeth, as they chattered under the sun.

Now friends, I truly plead. It’s not the real me you read, indeed. Merely a beggar to the ways, of countless emotional stains. Tolling bells of cast and stone...ah at last the ghosts and ghouls shall take me home...

-HMG