Friday, May 8, 2009
Signal Fire

But what happens to logic then...?

I need a signal, a spark, something to cling onto, faith builder, anything. Nothing don't matter no more. Breathe, please.

Im done listening, to your fool-hardy lies.

You're giving me too many things lately. Handling, fumbling, bleeding and eventually stumbling. Still I choose, 252, signal of life.


On 11:56 PM, Elizabeth Zee Sparks let go.