train of thought.

the blue line this afternoon is what seemed
to be food for thought. the voice of a mirror
is exactly what i was destined to feel.
to sing with others. take chances with
a few words... leading to conversation, then
passing. sing with others, rejoicing in our
father and the one true love that keeps us
safe.
alive.
living.
amongst
the
dead.

i will bring the music
to them.
feeling the pull of something
bigger than myself.
let him lead the way
testing and challenging
your positive hope of
his existence.

what is there left to give up?
once you stop and realize
that in order to live, you must
let go of all the _____

it is all just the shell of an
exterior to help guide the way.
spread the love.