ephialtes

Dawn finds me and the first light is so calm. A blanket of midnight blue clings to the remaining darkness as it gradually surrenders to the light. Sacred, only faith can touch a soft place to fall as the sunrise whispers in the morning with a warm and gentle smile.

What is it that keeps me awake at night and what lets me sleep during the daylight hours? I'm I frightened? No, I've never been afraid of what I couldn't perceive. I've been more afraid of what I could see. So, what is it? Thoughts, stray thoughts; the mind does ramble while I am lying there unafraid waiting for Sandman's kiss to lead me back to an echo. Regrets, yes I have them but none that I would trade. Each mistake, every thorny moment that makes me blush I keep. They are a reminder of the lost and found. I've learned how to be indifferent. I've learned how to forgive. I've learned how to love. They are as much apart of me as my present

Just feeling a little frustrated. I've been working on the same bloody piece of art and I can't seem to express what I see in my head, I lack the skill! I'm really going to pull out my hair! eh? now I'm feeling pretty silly...but, I feel a little better....