The empty chair is the passenger seat of his car;. I am fifteen years old. They always tell young women not to walk home alone at night,. So I accept the ride I already know will take me anywhere but home. When it is over, he asks for a kiss as a token of his generosity. That awaits us when we disembark.

This impure heart bleeds bad blood. Does it never approve of a purified healing? The sewage is over filled. An outrageous impunity, a classic stench. Weighing in on the tensile strength. Colossal breaking point is inevitable. Is this the way of the world. That decadence should breed more decadence? Is this the approved standard. That senility should breed bad habits? Posted in in.

From the inside, out. Through the chaos we will find. What to keep, what to let go. What to change and what to grow. Which scars hurt, which have healed. What ego wants, how to feel. What is anger, what is patience. What is love, what is complacent. Through the chaos we will find. How to help heart-meet the mind.

The Eye of Truth, The Eye Of God. If you can see this. Then you have figured it out. The eye of truth can see. The eye of God,. Now, as do I. What else you can see through. Another person, a human. Wild Fire In The Forest. Caught in a spell of thirst.