SWEET


She thumbed quickly through the coarse sheets of blank thoughts...empty pages...thoughtless minds...tortured hearts...Gutter glitter spaces through the process of imaginative creation, forced such vile and hideous fragments of uncensored visions and recitation motions...sparking forth spiderweb cracks upon the face...fallout of love, denial of though, and the birthless words....so drab the skies became, pouring out their acid tears....Once upon a decaying time, there was such a thing as chivalry...was such a thing as rivalry....does it seem as though the times have changed? Or are the fairytale dreams and desires leaking into everyday life. Rare are the souls that carry with them the magick to create love and kindness....undesiring of their personal gain. Martyrs...know them well...hate them quickly, judge them infinitly....ignore them..Never.