Without...

How often have I tried to mimic the mirrored smile I have reflected upon myself?

How many unjust things have I inwardly spoken about my outward internal truths?

How desperate have I been in my relaxed state of searching for what I never deemed worthy of pursuit?

I frequently ask things of myself on rare occasion to find the truth behind the wall of lies that litter my fragile strength.

How many voids can be filled by vague renderings of space-less entitlement of prefabricated fabrications?

If only unjust met its timely demise by my hand.

My inconsequential wanderings through this life lead an existence worthy of exhalation, yet the inhalation seems too dangerous to attempt in the process.

Regard my silhouette as you trample my corpse.

Sometimes the sight is more offensive than the sound profane.

Allusive.

Elusive.

Shadows of light reflect upon broken glass.

Raise up and fall forward, the cuts depth prevails.

Solitude, it grants peace.It suffocates hope.

-J.G.Smith (12/15/05)