tears run down my cheek in a baptism of sorts. i relive losses and gains in the flickering of cinema or the hum of a guitar. these truths strike like flint to stone shooting across my night sky illuminating everything for a few minor seconds. the demons rage on sticking their grubby and gnarled fingers in the holes of my framing. for a few hours they have the power to make me eat dark and wormy things before light breaks through the bullshit and darkness. the words of a man whom i will never know on this sphere of life offer much needed encouragement, bringing hope the wellspring of life.