start your journey now, my lord...

[in_stride_voice]

i am deprived. i am unmatched. i am follwed. my heart is not torn, yet maliciously torn to shreds like so many splinters and shards of a picture frame smashed in fury.  my moment...my moment....awaits. a bed of needles cradles my head until that moment. i expect nothing and everything in large amounts. the vortex is spinning, awaiting my plunge from the presipice of hope fear and vitality. Lost...lost in this moment...my heart knows. my heart will always know.