Mind
-The question whispers its monosyllabic presence, an inaudible sound, but it is there. In the night I enter my dreams as the armed poet who can turn the tides of emotion within a heart, but at sunrise my ability is latent, weakened, and the relentlessness of words is a truth only held in my mind. I float through life with that dreamy look of desperation or the frightened look of fatigue and there is in the genesis of my soul, that, unresolved conflict of self. I build a tower to words and of words and end up wrapped in a […]