mephausto

I just seek to live a life on fire, to burn clean, to remain in focus and avoid blurring myself in shades and alleyways.

there was once I would have chosen to live less presently, put away my eyeglasses and watch motion indirectly. I have considered it all and chosen none.

this really doesn't matter; in the end even words drip off the page and the ink returns to the soil. even stone crumbles and those dogmas set in them are reduced to sand by ages of waves.

i am adrift yet home; my words fall away with the breeze, leaving my thoughts to hibernate.