May we poor grovelers between faith and doubt, The sun and north start lost, and compass out, The heart’s weak engine all but stopped, the time Timeless in this chaos of our wills – That we must ask a theme, something to think, Something to say, between dawn and dark, Something to hold on to, …
It’s a war my life has become a war me vs. my ex i wish she would leave me alone the two sited have formed I’m just waiting waitin for it it will blow in my face but when and how will it end up
Yellow writing on a black board teacher in from of the board talking adding to the yellow subtracting the black looking out the window seeing a blue sky white clouds so nice and I’m stuck here
during the night I awoke Rose with a start Every night this happens Always at 5am Mostly of future events Often angry or sad events Full of death during the dream Everything is unique All of it terrifying This is always the same How?