I think the story needs to soon be written to fill in the gaps…

You see I think my days are fleeting like the wind…

I wonder where this wafts in…

the lump in my throat…what does it hide

nothing in the end…

where did it begin

falling out of a car

hitting a car

loving

and knowing death’s presence is always lurking

from the knowing of a child born into innocence

to find itself lost in the dark of the abyss

the truth lines the streets of my journey home

the purpose in the heart

to forewarn

and to protect

and shine the light that always is right there

always shining and burning if you dare step inside its bosom

there within the divine

carries me…

and shelters us all

11/14/2018

a purpose forthcoming from you to me…

what death says to life…