3:33 p.m. - 2008-01-29
Born again
The bells ring with riddles, echoing through the air, sending confusion throughout . Feet, stand still as if the airwaves chained them to the ground. Some brake away and run from the message. I too used to run from it, but I have come to realize that my tendrils are not faster than the speed of sound. So I stand, listen, and follow as the lamb begins to bleed into the cup.

I ran, ran so far
or what I believed was far
so far that ended back to the start.

...I'm thankful for a new life.