Ill Never Be the Same

School of Life
Awake, the night-watches furor illumine my way with darkness; the cloud of unknowings stupor embraces me with nothingness. Were having a catch in the dark, lessons learned from failings meaning. Its messy and sloppy and stark doing the awful attending. With eyes wide shut, heart closed open; I stand in the black frigid stream of my consciousness naked and immersed in nothing and my dream. I reject what the rubrics deign. I discard the cumbersome cope. I grasp conflicted loves in pain. I hold opposing truths in hope.

May 24, 2011