Mr Holmes

I wept today, longing surfaced beneath my breath deepened movement surreptitiously crept forward until it could no more be ignored or feign sleep suppressed light seeking harmony dared to tread my existence worries me at times for I no not knowing pretends at pretension, a precisely folded hat makes believe the world is sane, is it now? Fear tramples right paths, heart renders useless everything is something not ever nothing armonicas evoking spirits of the dead as if to say sheer walls of wishful thinking, insert pause at a loss for words, she leaves behind her hand pressed for something, taken for remembrance fragrance lead me here, deduction and reason allies in my war of safety, surety, aloneness foraging for memories, both lucid and ambiguous pin lights allowing just enough to believe dipping into the ocean of life, I stand on the shore of all that was of me and all that will become of me in all ways, in all days, resting in peace forever more.