rinse & repeat

           
           
           
    could be days-could be weeks- for momentum to gather towards full capacity to write yet another piece- something potent enough to feel as well as visually see....          
           
   writing more often than least has been fatigue all across the digital sheets; highest form of inspiration would be-a healing heart that's sweet restoring this one, with life to beat.... soul just as beautiful as the body          
           
           
a soul one dares to seek outside of dream....          
           
           
infact writing for me has been nothing more than piece by piece to fill a void that never seems to cease....          
           
           
  because this heart here-it is worn- worn like rags throughout centuries....somehow beating miraculously....          
           
 running on fumes....            
           
wanting.... needing.... healing energy....          
           
light seductive touch with moreso tender, loving energy cloaked upon one's soul....          
           
not much of/from this world/society....          
           
pulled into sensational warmth-and away from the mind & body numbing "reality" of rinses & repeats....