Heidleberg Germany

GENTLY MY MIND PORTRAYED AN EMPTY SADNESS WHILE I'D CRADLED THEE NESTLED THOUGHT LEAVING THE INFAMOUS BONDARIES AWAITING THE VIEWING OF THOMAS MANN'S QUIET SETTING BETWEEN THE SOLID STRUCTURES OF STILL RUNNING WATER SEEPING OVER THE GOTHIC STONERY THAT CARRIED SILENT WISHES BENEATH THE FOUNTAINS CORE TRAVELING BEYOND VOSS SHORE WHILE CRAVING TATTOOED SMILES THE UNSEEN GESTURES OF MINES THROUGHOUT THE GALLERIES OF INDUSTRIAL SOLITUDE WHY I'D BEGAN TO OPEN PACKAGES OF MEMORIES SAFELY TUCKED AWAY BESIDE HOPE AND CHARITY WHY I FOLLOWED MADNESS CREEPING THROUGH THE FOREST AGAIN AWAKENING SUDDEN EMOTIONS BOTTLED I SUPPOSE GRAVELY DANCING TO THE TUNES OF BROKEN FOLKLORES TALES WHISPERING THE SONG OF POVERTY CATERING TO BAYOUS OF HASTE WHERE SACRED GROUND OPENS EXPOSING THE VALLEY OF DRY BONES MY SOUL HAD MASTERED A QUICKENING BALANCE A MEANINGFUL GATHERING HOLDING ON TO COPENHAGENS SECRET TUNNELS WHERE KOFF DESIGNED BLUE PRINTS AND PATTERNS CAPTURING MY EMPTINESS OF REMEMBERING THE WHITE LAB COATS THE CRYING LAMBS WRITTEN BY YOLANDA NICHOLSEN 3/9/2013 FROM MY HOSPITAL BED IN TAMPA HEART ATTACK