refined in the heat of a cold hard
summer and ready at the turn and
made into the steel of a winter resolve yet a
determined last story before heading out on the
trail to find where a desolate edge of rock
can be used to make a home and the leaving
of all society and its underpinnings will not be
forgotten when a doorway to the need of a
mind’s escape has become the only
vacation to be hoping for and a long bout of
quiet will become the most desired communication
yet not one set of delivery on arrival will let
the sun shine in as much as actually opening
your very own door and getting back to the
very same stage that you know you
were at before
open the curtain
jaybeasley2 