Evening squib……naked in the night

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…

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Evening squib: 3/1….21. The Cold Steel…truth

We honor the truth….we demand the truth……we barter for the truth…….and when we get it….it can be cold as steel…… hard as the ore that makes it…….and we are devastated because we had the illusion it would be warms and comforting…..you want it….be ready because it is rarely like you thought it would be……ttucro

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