under intention in a dream for yesterday
Casting in to the daylight, I find my hope fleeting upon the winds. Carried away by the endless fright and unspoiled lore of my past emptiness. I call for you to read my name aloud, to keep my existence from fading away. Leave my words echoing threw the chasms that separate one from the other and ferry away an eternal death for the next moment. Here I walk above the crowd under the feet of importance and wonder where it all came from, pondering where my path in blackened days will bring me. Is it more then a section of a page within an unread zine set aside for a penny to advertise my bleeding heart or beyond the idea of god, so far removed from existence that I am indeed not to have been if I am ever to be again?