smoldering_coals mourninglight a ring of faces the perimeter of heat and spinning through the night alone without, even you... for the first time in years, I found myself drawn not to the flames, not to the tongues of the fury of life and destruction, but rather to the darkness. no fear, the fire does not shut out the darkness, but the deep holds the warmth, in its pocket. safe though isolated there was a smile and the music enveloped and I awoke feeling as though a very large elephant had stepped on me... but all was still at peace 040828 ... symphonic on the road is the division of spending your life in a constant state of weeping, till_i_can_gain_control_again is forever in my mind, the streaks of mist i wipe from the bitter tasting loneliness, a home and not a house, the turning of the latchkey in defense, gathering the preponderance of shaking in the wind, a stark lineup in all accessories of thought. 040828 ... mourninglight watch the matches turn to ashes... 040828 what's it to you? who go blather from