Where do I stand? Posted by Will Of Heart. I am looking at the blank sheet, so pure so white. It is very inviting, my fingers playing the keys from my keyboard. But no words came out. I know tons wanted to comes out from me but the sense and passion left me.

In this just sleep,. Thanks for reading a poem born from an endless night filled with tosses and turns, and pillows and sheets refusing to give up their comfort, and that cheeky sleep teasing me from afar. If only I could quiet this old mind of mine.

I want to believe them. A tiny flame of hope. Maybe times are fucked up. It made us once connect. I still think about you. If you wonder, it is true.

Write! March 26, 2013. Trying to reassemble the fragments. Paints of tears on a pillow splattered. Like a canvas of broken flesh. Streamed with the blood of many wrongs. Wondering if this earth is where I belong. Stop this hurt from within. This never ending malevolent spin. Before my will escapes me. Let me draw the crimson lines that will release me. From The pain and the shame. Let me set this up in flame.

A GIRL WITH SILVER BOOTS.