All my memories are of soft edges…finding something real to hold on to is the problem…I wish there was some way to solve this broken moment. No matter what we breathe…this is all mostly make believe…and when we get too close – everything is dark inside – a masquerade of loveable sinners and beautiful demons. It’s like an old and empty house…the stairs creak and ancient muffled voices stir the air – creating the palatable density of life…and I don’t know if I am wrong or right, but all I wish to do is take your hand. All that’s left is the ghost of you…we are torn apart and you don’t listen to a word I say…the heavy burden of truth buries us and we cry – forced to let even the memories of those soft edges fade.
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Lawrence Lewis
“Courage is being scared to death, but saddling up anyway.”
– John Wayne
About Lawrence Lewis
I do a number of things professionally...but most of all and the true purpose of what I do through "my work" is to provide for my family, be a good husband and great father, and try to make a difference as a world citizen...I guess it's not much more complicated than that 🙂