A Sparrow's Dailema
If my state of mind were to be reflected on skin,
Blood would be the ink I'd use
As am choked to a point beyond which words loose meaning.
My strength lies in my imagination of a place nature calls home, and my present dare not dwell..
Whatever happened to good mornings and beautiful bright days..?
Oh yes, they are but wishes;
Wishes so great I can't afford to give nor take as i may curse in the end.