Rendered in Presence.

Memories are just a mirror of the thought of a past energy. The intangible essence – it penetrates.

It fleshes my soul like the interior doorways of my mind.

It finds me some place in the night…some place I render all my walls hidden in a room of the unknown and to never really know – in all the worlds.

We all live.

Not just one.

There are pockets.

Even inside our own dreams –

Of our reflection.

Finding the only truth is…. presence.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: