April 19, 2004

There�s a moment of forever in everything I do - a single second of eternity, branded on each memory, each waking dream.

There are those I welcome, beautiful to eyes that only see in black and white; a hint of color when the doors and windows are open. � like a day of spring in perpetual winter. Others cut deep, scarring forever the blindness I stumbled into.

Naivet� and I walk hand-in-hand through a footpath that leads to nothing and nowhere � a maze where the walls are razor sharp, dried blood stains linger like old paint, flaking away at a single breath; layer upon layer, an epidermis of memories, dark and clouded, of a million souls.

It was an ever-present reminder of those who walked before.

And here I am, pulling close, stitching closer and tighter to myself; so afraid to fall prey to the walls that consume our fragile egos.

Those who are strong can follow. My Our blood shall lead the way.