Judge, Jury, Executioner

This past few weeks were marred with revelations of a forgotten time when complications and expectations come to challenge my fragile existence. To say it was a struggle is to call an ocean a stream. Yet in the midst of this whirlwind I find myself subdued even thoughtful. However I believe it is time to entertain the inevitable, to close all open doors.

In the end strength comes not from others but in the deepest, darkest depths of your soul. I am done with emotions displaying all in a rainbow of madness, now I am left with just this silence which seems to echo in the back of my mind. But do not mistake silence for peace... the two are strangers to each other in this moment in time until the day acceptance introduces them.

I wrote before that it is time to paint the canvas, I lied. It is time to leave it blank. To write things down and then erase it easily, nothing permanent should bear its mark upon it. I have neither the effort or the muse in which to inspire a work of art. I am alive but not living. Vampires of the urban world. I walk in dark colours and am amuse by disputes ..after all it is my livelihood.

All which is good has left me and I know turn into this hollow shell that yearns for nothing more then to get thru each day until time becomes an accomplice to this denial.