I wall outside in the night to feel the breathe of darkness against my skin…..here surrounded by the cloak of darkness……I am not my songs……I am not my poems……I am not my drawings……I am a man looking for that hidden piece that eludes me……that piece that makes me harder than steel and softer than cotton…..flexible as rubber and steadfast as iron…….fearless yet understanding…….beyond the misdeeds of others and yet capable of forgiveness…….

the same voice answers and it bothers me because I continue to refuse the offer…….”why my child to you continue to run….. from me..”..that is the piece and the peace that is missing…….what bothers me most is I know the answer but refuse to accept it…….bloody and bewildered I go back inside for round 1,768,2361……and counting……ttucro