writing....to write

0 The sun is pouring through the window blinds painting the gray, dead walls, bringing them to life. Parallel lines highlighting the nearby bookshelf as the dust particles finally rest. Oh how these particles keep me enchanted even after their frantic dance comes to rest. How they pull me to a distant land when yesterday meant nothing, and tomorrow meant everything. A time when these eyes were eager to sleep, eager to wander in a land of dreams. Dreams that were never too distant, never too pale when compared to existence....these dreams how they colored my life. The path that was chosen than and the path that I walk on now...oh my how the differnce weighs on my soul. The bright eyes that held a promise of a brighter future never descending, now deep but numb...they shine but not for tomorrow. They hide behind a shadow of a molded being, shattered beginnings. These eyes navagating my feet on a path coated with broken glass, these bear feet need guidance for they are bruised and bleeding. Its not enough, I see. My eyes they fell short, yet they are still eager to sleep like they once did. For in sleep they find revelations, they sing tomorrow's song..reunite with faces that are no longer near. Revelations, these eyes find in the darkness of the night......Oh it's as if I was struck with ligtning..0-