clarity in ink

Sometimes, words strike me in sentences before I’ve comprehended the message. A servant to the pen, I write.

And all at once, I’ve been forsaken the ability to apologize

For who I am

Because you will never find another like me –

Who am I to feel sorry for that?



The most meaningful of prayers

Cannot be shared in words

For they are those spoken

With every vibration of your existence.



It was love in its purest form

The greatest destruction of all time

For no creation that lasts may emerge

From remnants and ruin

But only upon absolute obliteration of all prior misconceptions

Will truth be able to build its lasting foundation.

Give Sharkey a piece of your mind.

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