The Forgotten By Earl N Williams
Saturday, May 19, 2012
Not rated by the Author.
Never Takes a letdown for fraud
Interchangeable locks have given away what maps out my entire course of philosophy. In the beginning is was finding a smooth honey and trying to get under her and form a unique compassionate formality, then came the wintery classic where there was nothing but words to build me up because the people who surrounded me lost sight of my importance. I searched for closure for more than half a decade just to come up short. I mistook love for a cure when instead it turned into a head rush of pain induced grounding in my most downfall hour where I sit clueless in my quest for peace in the world that I try deeply to understand my place. What was believed to keep me rising untimely became my crash pad and once more I was force to dig my hands out of a jam that was easy to resist, rather I risked and loss. I will never know for certain the truth that holds me against the wall, but I wonder defiantly if the pieces will ever play themselves into place where I seek clarity