Whence Cometh

Immolated once, by the downpour

Drenched, by the embers

Forgotten time and again by the rememberance

Remembered by a lost legacy

Feel me, stone

Hold me, emptiness

Meandering through the peace of my restless mind

Stand aside, ocean

Submit, mountain

Sought upon my endless voyage

Variegated time and again the same

Simulated reality to keep me dependable in my unpredictability

How did you get here, lonesome leaver?

Why did you stay, abandoner?

In the name of anonymous, give me something worthless!!!!!!!!

What don't you understand, dreamer?

This is YOUR nightmare I dream of, not mine.........I am come

Need saving? Oh, hell, why didn't you say so?

Call on me, I'll leave a message to get you the thing you least want

I'm good at that

But I am better at being less than the rest, and more than YOU'D ever expect!

Define the meaning of being me-what has more value than an answer?

Did you see this as a conundrum?

I heard it was deafening

Of course, you could have just told the truest lie possible

Would that work?

Does a slave work?

Does and employee slave?

Behind the eyes of children, we find the truth we once thought we should have been but now admit can never be....

Why is that?

Did I lose something intangible? Did you?

I can't fix your mistakes

I can't make you see that your past is not my future

Try and try again

Never leave the keeping

Faith is only misplaced when it is replaced

Much too

*Yawns* Me tired.



Much too divested of time to be as, and do as, I please. I consistently discover myself wandering in reverie of the amazing nature of the people in my life. Perchance random folk, but truly my pattern's stitching and strands. Those with whom I work, to the loves I have lost and in so learned, and moreover even than any other, those loves that have never abandoned me in my mistakenly human actions-you are what makes me....ME. I am proud to be who I am, and prouder still that I call so few, and yet such a stalwart few, friends.