There are lessons in the lesions, in the demons, in the serenity that is an aerial view. There are temptations I need not acknowledge, there are boundaries I've been staring down as if a fault line is mirrored in my rearview, tempting my innocence while blinding my judgment. Transcendent. I can feel the winds are shifting. and the wind chill is lessening, and this separation, this separation is tired and menacing. Forgotten memories stand silhouetted in correction, bathed in focused attention, witnessed by noone. I'm taking the slanted views and turning them askew, relishing in the fact that you don't have a goddamn clue and I'm left lost in this aerial view.
Created: May 14, 2010Document Media