tranquility is not the norm, it is just throwing away everything that seems wrong. but based on a personal description everything you have done is what's unlikely delicate. your unliving. your a wine glass, easy to see through but hard to define. seeming less in formation, yet fills up with others annihilations,unbearable. undiscreationed purposely, stalking through the streets. a red blood line of relatives wail recklessly. but alas your heart doesn't beat. a scratched record of a mind urges repeatedly. but you cant even decipher the rhyming... rage en-fuels your non-existance tis more potent with flame from which you drink, have your fill. to be unfortunate to breath one's last breath unhappily made.
December 20, 2010