Bits of clarity run out of focus lending motion to the still life taking place beyond the memory and time continues to race in parallels.
Yesterday, right now and never collide in a shivering sigh and reality escapes in a crystalline breath .
Love hate anger desire want need hopelessness disgust betrayal envy caution distrust fear emotion morals religion imagination trust hope.
Which is guilty or do I stand innocent.
Between the raindrops it’s all in black and white and seeps ever deep never washing away, always the stark naked truth.
Between the raindrops there’s no room for what might have been