Tuesday, September 13
seek me
all that he desires,it can be tiring, mired in ponderous thought on the whys and whats. maybe it's simple. nonetheless, the simplest answers, or those that are most correct, may not always be music to some very beleaguered ears. i am no fit judge of what is right anyway. for i know not. and i know naught.
his imagination would yield.
he sees, but he knows it would be out of reach,
and all he could do is feel.