Raw deal, wrong track, wrong song. Detest it all yet hold it close; there is esoteric comfort in deference for despair. When it is all you have, with no way out, love it darkly.

A veiled irony, how true inspiration so rarely comes from within. Or if it does, it is so personal, it almost qualifies as selfishness.

Happenchance sparks with no matter who, waiting for love to arrive. To anyone, here I am, longing, as long as I am alive.

I will remember where the dark used to be. I remember what it looked like. What it felt like, what it did to me, what it did to others. And I will keep the light on.

It is the present now and at noon yesterday, it was the present then. When noon tomorrow arrives, it will also be the present. The present is all there is.

Silver starlight blankets the cool night. Our eyes reflecting something, suspecting, could it be this is love?

Weakness is to take a knee, fear I will not succeed. If I can choose destiny and move, then I am freed.

I'll carve a special little niche, safe from the perils of life, where I can make a place for hope. First, I need to find a knife.

Or, am I inconsequential to it all? A random, forgettable moment in your delicate, pastel existence?