Undying Need

Setting out on a quest to test, what we already know, We will find. The crystal coated flakes, once found in pixie sticks, blowing out our minds. To find relief in life, to sooth the desperation, of the soul, for fear of landing upside down or ending up in a six foot hole. To pick up, where we left off the night before & wonder aimlessly like a bed of once fed flowers, whose weeds are now in control. All in hopes of feeding, this undying need for the soul. No fix it quick band aids, to cover up the holes. Only the fulfillment of an addiction, which drives you from your home. In this search you lead, hoping to feed, this undying need of your soul. Burning out, blasting in, the pace picks up as you draw it in, you feel the drying & aching of your bones… Starring at lines you have showning on your face, trying to connect the ones that end with out trace… Scars are etched by glass that has sketched ghost clouds in your mind You can feel it hit, as you take off & leave everything else behind. In this search you seek the undying need to feed your blackened soul, as living in addiction, burning up your presence & being swallowed up as whole… David J. Caldera 03/31/08