A look into one’s mind, is like the first step into a cathedral. insightful to the touch, the details are on on my steeple.

wood grain,

grip it…

It can get a little deeper.

My secrets remain contained within a mind frame of flirting with insane. I should just let it out… but then again to what avail. If this is the end, I know I failed. The colors fade, and the ships have sailed. No destination in mind, just to get deeper in time, and see all the divine lines, deeply rooted in the sand slowly twisting at the grains of how I stand.

It can get a little deeper.

So I’ll start smaller within, the lines of stained glass, the loving laughs, where mistakes have roamed past. Here you’ll find the comforts of an insane mind, the finer things, from the tap of grapevine. A bittersweet fruit, unobtained and aloof,unacquainted pursuit, of the truth only bequeathed to you.

It can get a little deeper.

How facetious, the alluring looks upon their faces showing traces of time past. Fighting dearly to last.

It is here where we stand, the focal point of the lost, and willing, chilling at the essence, The Satisfaction of stars aligned, kneeling at the alter for a time, but stops so abruptly. it’s leaves you wistfully wondering, “will it ever be the same?” Genuinely noting it’s good to remember, to see what your missing, no matter how distant, it’s forever fleeting like an ellipses… fading