• The sun drowns tonight and the sky quick follows with it's whimper.

    Grains of sand deform appearance into spirit and the
    afterglow of pigments sink into my cornea and I cry. It's beautiful.
    The wind greets me with it's lathering affection and my lips freeze.
    These chills vibrate my arms then to my chest, It travels.
    I bring my hand to brush the inclination of faint strength upon my face.
    The rim of fingers now frigid I don't mind my guise; and I'm sure no one has
    spot me out yet.

    I stare out longer as if I'm a statue.
    Profusion from the body of sapphire glistens with its seductive ways,
    never ceasing and never glum, always with romantic motives.
    It captivates me. Blank at this scene, I stay.
    In ponder I fancy a shadow of rapture, a fair miss.
    how this court in solitary would woo me,
    how in coy would bewitch and allure me,
    her many masks of attributes made her impressing.

    The waves interrupt as it tries to intimidate with its symphony of flux...
    and as peculiar as it sounds I'm not vexed by it but fond, I then smirk.
    Possibly because it attracts me abaft into what is evident, this never endures.

    I turn away as my feet follow facing the abyss.
    I bring a gasper between my lips and with a kiss of the wrist of a Zippo it lights.
    I inhale with a lifetime and oh the relief again. distant lights remind me of the stars that
    are absent in the city that i was going to approach soon in the future. I draw another
    breath while contemplating it all, all of which feed my anxiety inch by inch.

    My thoughts all come together in the utmost simplicity and the futile reality is....
    this is just another case on job.