gods light ink is the light he gave to the world. he writes onto our earth as the book, and we are letters and characters. our lives are prose, memories preserved. life described in the most beauteous fashion imaginable, for he imagined it. songs of grace are written in poetry, days of sadness in elegy. tragedy is defined in our actions, not in one word, and fate has us pinned against the metaphysical wall until we are suffocated in event,emotion, and praise/curses.

-with love

Nicely done, Fickled. A great read, my favorite of this latest crop.

Les

thank you, les.

-with love