Confused
Stand in the confusing light of a hurt gone wrong where darkness is repeated and falling is forever stand and you will hear what should never be heard.I will wallow till tommorrow borrowed will cease no more enticed and strung hung tightly blowing freely loose I will empty filling cups of teary red harp strings I will leave no traces of that,I was never here today for this sun remains in the skies alone high and unwilling warming heat.hearing the music is but a sound of long ago forgotten hidden erased memory,why talk about formality why when written is only read only talked about,limited edition an original lost scattered thinking on a sinking ship torn in a dark blue suit wasted to tell the truth copied and then printed for the last chapter held for all to see like an Oscar.my feet are sore.if you are reading this then you are as lost as I was and when your found don't forget to rip the tag off that way you won't be refunded cause lord knows we don't want to be taken back.these are letters lines of ink pages and pages of wordless letters screaming soundless chatter ending closed in blackness wonder dying to be brought back to life sold and then sold again,what room is this in quiet ramblings what when In Middle standing does the universe not know when knowing is chosen at best and confusion settles the mist clearing.I ache with shaking head I with typing thumbs stand no chance against the machine and it's heart for I am but a man living a being duplicated a soulful song on canvas green laying in the desert rain cold and happy.and you are me first.ps change the bulb for it is time to see.......
