words, but....no words

             
             
             
             
    so.... well, here we go; one could take many a walk in search for inspiration to paint a picture with just ink; a calm-meeting with adrenaline rush-like seeking an unbreakable focus while at the same time-feeling on the brink              
             
    one owns not a single tattoo-though the pen need not hit the skin to feel the slightest sting it brings; there's a jigsaw puzzle amongst the spinning wheels in this brain....              
             
  thinking of.... things like.... "miracles" and "best case scenarios"....thinking of "penalties" that foul one's self out of an unforgiven "game" in which things mostly stem from in the first place....              
             
             
what is there to say? words but.... no words; there's a flavor to the brain that sends signals & waves-with liquid rounds while rounds wounding-"russian roulette gun play style...."            
             
             
and well....those who know/understand.... an additive to an already equilibrium that's damaged.... tumbles down mountains can't be "bandaged"....            
           
           
though yet and still being encouraged from atop to climb again by the close ties tribe fading in the fog.... as one stares into the abyss while heavy winds that blow....      
       
       
accompanied by weight of variations and contemplation of its "letting go...."