[Tuesdays Child]

Where else but in our own self constructed boundaries can we find the courage to hide from our most dire, impending freedom?

Where else but on the outside of vunerability can we continue looking in.. staring at our own genisis, and still not see escape?

We pardon each others tasteful inhibitions, in the hopes that our own will be cleverly ignored.. brushed over by the nagging stifle of lifes envious backstreet pedestrians.

Where can I go with this when these elite, underbelly forums assume the role of soveriegn intercessor and a ten million dollar, fully launched multimedia campaign can't move a man to rise, in defiance, from his casket style lazy-boy?

These naptime cards and get well letters can fall from the sky like tender drops from a springtime mist, although somewhere inside i've got that sinking feeling that Hallmark just don't make em anymore.

No one's ever prepared for the things that they are not ready to see.. just try not to look directly at it.

It may just open your eyes