i'm glad to be here, an unspoiled haven,
fertile soil for my musings without having to answer to anyone,
or scream against the howling wind for it to stop
and hear what i have to say.
for this is my ground, my words and my solace.
i hope no one else trespasses, i hope i don't let anyone in.
the call last night drew the life out of me
as i felt the worldliness in her slowly consuming her voice,
and me heart trembled in fear
and finally sank in oblivion.
it was a bad experience; i've been there before.
and i let myself dwell in that again.
it's not good, not good for her, not good for me.
i need to be more spiritual i know.
to save her from this crazy world.
and to keep myself safe, too.