new.

when it all falls down and life is in the way of things that were once simple and clean we can look back to the pages of time with a steady hand, sure that our choices had been made with the very best intentions. and sacrifices were given to those in need, because we all need faith and a little wish to god that life be what we make of it, whatever that may be... or mean. silence overcomes illusion, strengthening our capacity to love with open arms and swollen hearts made large by gorging on leftover will. it is in our minds that we can enjoy broken frames and lost reels that had once been played at the cinema by heartbroken lovers commencing the eternal walk of flame: a path reserved for the mighty and crestfallen. since the beginning, we took to the streets, rioting OUT THROUGH OUR CHEST THE STRONG HEART BEATS, MAGNETIZED BY A FELLOW MUSCLE IN STRIFE in pain and glory-- we fall only when we cease to be; That is the severance of dreams.