i'm lost, loosing shafts of light in a realm of night.  promises of a salvation that may only be a state of being would be enough for me if and when they were/are fulfilled.  beauty for a content druggie.  not always destined to be asleep in the sea.  soon to awaken, then brought forth to the realm of creation.  a song to continue the vital flow of slurred speach and broken lingo.  expectations leave one hollow, but are unavoidable, as they are a part of the human condition.  all this time i've only been killing time until i find her-my angel.  my lover.  the heart is fond of what makes it strong, and to what weakens-it is also drawn.  i don't know who will decipher these hierogliphs.  they attempt to be inconsequencial, yet prophetic hopeful and significant.  blessings to you.  i know that what it comes down to is love, but to say that seems like i'm only spitting posotive rhetoric.