But, Honestly

"When the boat hits the murky waters
It sets sail beyond the fringes of imagination"
~ Thursday, October 27 ~
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The Madness I Make

And the call of my name
In the darkness where I hide away.
Cries aloud, begs me nearer,
Lulling me from the madness I make.

Where the warmth of my woes
Keeps me company as they corrode.
I’m in time torn asunder,
Left to gather myself and repose