Selectively I grasp for substance, denying random meaning flaunting itself before me. Attracted to the darker side of night…waiting desperately for the moon to shine its light upon the faces looking up from their grave. Rising from death that grips you like a vise and bounds you to eternity. Control within your grasp waiting for your realization that death is a fairy tale. Expression of abandonment silently drowning in a sorrowful pool filled with crazy clouds of reckless blunder. Then as the moon begins to disappear the daylight begins to break through the dark exposing those things lusting in the dark. Bringing out the smiles that belong in the light and spreading warmth that makes the dark slink away back into the night.