= released =

i'm trying hard to stay active here. this space i mean.

a happy melody and broken words make for a bittersweet drink. a sonic taste of stale lemon drops you just can't quit popping. out on a porch at the bottom of this state, listening to another breathe words of pain with a smile on their face. a hug will ease most pains, but will not cure the ailing. soothing the symptoms seems to be the best we can offer. silently whispering prayers into the darkness above hoping for a little light to erase the fear inside. the throbbing shards of a brokenness we cannot understand, hidden behind the crinkled corners of your eyes and dimpled cheeks. strange how a smile will not reach the eyes at times. strange how the eyes hint at more than this body we carry around and are taught is all we are. it's easy to forget that what we see is not all we are. cliches seem to be the truest things at times. doubtless this is how they reached such status. creativity and purpose seem to be at odds and this strikes me as odd. pointedly so. a specific message wrapped and presented grudgingly to any who wish the spend the time on the cipher.

i'm tired. it's 3:30a. g'night.