My Eyes Adore You

Perception is something which has fallen upon me as a mantle of insight into the hearts and mind of Man. I do see though in it's infinite wisdom the light of understanding, taking on it's own awareness, provides the depth and breath of the canvas upon which life and living play out. It's true, there is a script.

These days there has been a definitive lack of something to throw out to the four winds of time and space. I suppose this means that what has been said, has. Is this the end of the road?

Walking softly I endeavor to leave no tracks. Here I sit behind the partition while sockpuppets leave nothing to the imagination. In life, the play unfolds.

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