Rives

sitting ans staring gazing. colors and lisghts. surrounded by fire. there is a place where my mind restes. a small hole or dimple inversed in the ground. rolling around a little box. trying to find that little sopt. like a childrens game. one one marble falls into place you must make all the rest find there place as well, with out disturbing the first.
writing. writing at the moment like a monoloug, ment to read on stage [beat]

chaoric, simplt runs blank and emply this slaight is my own. insperation when saught is as easily touched as the person in the mirror.