I wandered a corner of
My mind,
A dangerous place
Of stillness and reflection,
Full of mirrors and
Low light.
The place of no momentum
And waiting
And searching
And wondering
And questioning.
A waiting place.
A personal cocoon of
Growing up
In stillness
And longing for exhaustive
Movement
Faces cease flowing by
But come into focus
One
Moment
At
A
Time
Affection elongates
Through experience.
Faults clarify and forgive.
This cave is not my home,
But it is vibrant with the divide
Definition,
Destiny.
Between life and death.
Love, Them 