The days come and pass, not much has changed. Still though it seems so much has and always is on a constant basis. Equivocally I ponder whether this whole world and life are a part of random events or of a grander scheme than what we see. Love comes but it truly never leaves after imprinting so thoroughly upon my heart. This though, I do not regret minutely even. Everyday I wish that love was at arms length, warming against my skin as the passion was, and as delicate as her porcelain skin.

For the first time in my life I'm too empty to even compose a poem. Moments and sparks of the love still imbedded into my soul and at the forefront of my mind drive me though to live each day as best I can, to strife to do what is right. Now if only my creative 'light bulb' could be lit up as much as my smile can be by the rare sound of that voice, well I wouldn't be writing this! lol I am going to find a way... A way to write again.

Perhaps with the coming of school and my birthday along with the end of my legal battles my mind may find some ease.

My literary doldrum will be over soon I hope, those of you who are reading this will know it when my next piece gets added... More than likely I'll try some other medium of art.

So much to contemplate and such a perfect time to do so at the end of summer amidst the dog days.