Feet flutter at early fall. The decay and death of life-givers encircle my heart in childlike wonder. Like falling snow; The leaves greet me softly.

An element of play is always present but behind the happiness. Death. All Death. In your bones and muscle and sinew. The truth is clear, all must eat and all must die. Your smile is fueled by the blood of the innocents…

Keep smiling. But know: As we play in hope and grace. In every corner of the land, in every being that breathes, in every star that shines.

Lust and Death bang behind the soundproof door. The itch that is never fully scratched, entombed behind the threshold. skeleton key in our hands.

Can you see in my eyes that the arrow is ready to loose? Can you see in my eyes the hunger I crave for you? To hold you tightly, as your body aches, our love and hate collide. I want you to see me, s t a r i n g from the window, of the soundproof door.

And I hope you greet me, with fear and hope, and truth. Together we must be overtaken and so that the banging will be heard with rage and longing:

Til finally, Our release is made. Pure Messy and Whole. Those left able, will go back, turn the key again

behind the soundproof door