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Everday i spill blood from two cracked teeth, in the desperate hope i'll feel alive again.

Removing any doubt that i am of a different nature.

Wishing this reality to be true.



I walk this land but not as my ancestors did bare foot, blisters abundant.They could harness the warmth and wellbeing of mother nature in between their toes.



My breathing becomes a deep wheezing as i choke inside my own bubble where am i safe if not in my own sanctuary?



My hands are born tools to create and act as forces on objects for good and bad outcomes.



My eyes only see a mist. Vast arrays of illusions, hiding the truth.

Squinting adapting to focus i then remove myself due to lack of time to see this world in a different light.

We spend so much of our time worrying about materialistic objects that we do not even manage to notice the most simplest of things.
I wish i wouldn't consider the possibilities and rattle my mind over what if and question how and why?
I wish i could join the buzz and the bubbles the majority of humans emerse themselves in and continue on enjoying sanity.

Psycological impact on even the strongest of minds can bring upon a mist.

is history repeating itself?

The mist over the illusion has became apparent.

Focusing on futuristics.
Penetrating into minds yet to be shaped.

I am following this narrow corridor of what will be with the doors on either sides still unlocked.
I stand within my sanctuary proud of the walls i have built and the secret passages forged beneath me.

In human years i am young but i am not misguided of my amibitions.
Since our first encounter you have made me sucumb to reason and thoughts i considered to be only that of my logic but somehow you managed to share.
A shared purpose through technique and history.
I willingly accepted your embrace and i shall never leave it's presence, thankyou will never suffice, i am eternally in your debt.

I am fortunate in having your hand to interlock with mine and the soft whispers of your comforting words.
You have lead me to a safe place which i could of only dreamt of in my childhood slumbers.

Do your worst and i will stand and recieve what ever you deliver but i shall never raise my white flag.

From parallel to a point.
Your fears have become my fears
Your hopes have become my hopes.

No longer declining, i'm on a rise, riding a steady gradient for a better future but not just for me.
Distancing the pair of you as the air thins and my feeling of sancity weakens, i hold the thought picture perfect of the discrete smile on the black and white screen and that of yours with gentle passing tears before a sly hand removes them.

Admiring the beauty that of love for another made me realise i no longer stand in an illusion. This is real although a miracle it truelly is happening, every heartbeat (and those skipped) to every line you draw with your finger on my back.
I have no wish to return to the days of old or derilict foundations.
I'll take my redeveloped blueprints and take them not to cover the old battleground but to build on new ground with a cleansing soil where not even the faintest memory rides the wind of these plains.

I've always dreamed of a sanctuary.
You are my sanctuary.

Through desperation and weakness I stand here tonight.
You will never be able to anticipate my next hand.

Your an honest miracle

Calm and collective, broadened smiles.
No fears and no crimes from here on in.
I took this leap for a reason i wasn't pulled neither was i pushed i felt the complications ahead and rest them aside with a better knowledge and then i leapt straight forward not once did i look down or back and now i state myself to be safe.
Raise me up but never pull me down i'll hold you by your promises and kindness and i won't leave this dream.

A general awareness and appreciation but closure will not be granted from this passage