Blood-stained is the path
Heavy is the load
Lonely is the heart
Of overwhelming passion

This Morning

Distract me with the noise of building next door. Distract me with the cares of the day. Distract me from the hole in my chest and the war in my mind dammed up by red eyes, strained gateways to my soul.

Distract me with email. Distract me with hunger. Distract me from restless wondering and thoughts of losing, you, losing you to my passions, my responsibilities, to the parts I have to play.

Flying on Faith

“The reason birds can fly and we can’t is simply because they have perfect faith, for to have faith is to have wings.” 
— J.M. Barrie
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