time, its so twisted; the way it washes skeletons onto the shore of a perfectly pristine beach just when the sun is setting on a glorious horizon.
'memory is a wonderful thing as long as you dont have to deal with the past'.. that should be on a bumper sticker.
somehow the silence is seeping in. the quiet, the darkness but strangely enough there is no anger, no fight and no resolve. it is this submissive shadow like the daybreak resigning itself to the idea of evening.

perhaps it is the contrast i needed, the balance. the calm that must accompany every storm.