Oh Lord - The Essence. Have Mercy.

They're only lights tagged on buildings illuminating the sleepy streets - and they're only passing passionate strivers stirring up my nerves - and they're only night city lights making a whirlwind of chaos in such a calm environment at its finest - and they're only piercing words that reside within novels - and they're only dandelions holding my desires - and they're only wide open spaces filled with the just of air and green life - and they're only people's faces in black and white passing so fast by mine - and they're only little simples in everyday life - and they're only snowy horizons, mountain filled - and they're only war stories - and they're only candles showing all that of importance - - but they all capture me at my most vulnerable.

It goes down, I would just accept it.

A truculent expanse of months, weeks, days, hours, minutes, and ever ticking ticking ticking seconds with your soul leaves an acute wiseness in your eyes. Once a soul has ventured deeper than one's should be able to go, the point of no return is no longer a ticking bomb.

You intimidate. People want conventionalism. You solely offer authenticism. This is when you lose humanity. This is when you do not turn back.

When my mind roams I always track it back down to the mountains of Colorado right on the line of massive copse. Here resides a one room cabin. Everything is dark and calm. Do not join me but know safety is here. R.E.M fills what would be white noise with Into The Wild flickering on screen making shadows creep along my walls. Here sleep is shy, however, thoughts flow freely - in and out, in and out. Freedom is here. Everything is wonderful in these moments. Oh to feel such a soul surrender to sanity. Every time I'm stolen here I die a little more inside, half knowing this is nothing more than a fantasy. Alone, beautiful. I would die this way. So it goes..