> I'm climbing down this wall of mine,
> What I search for is just beyond reach,
> I try desperatly to grasp it,
> If only for a small spot to leech.
>
> I stretch to my full extent,
> And finally attain my goal,
> I soak up the rays of an unnatural sun,
> Then fall back into my hole.
>
> Oer"inspired by silly putty, no less"as

Inspiration is a fascinating thing. I envy people that can find it in simple, everyday objects or occurrences.
Speaking of finding inspiration, I wrote this after thinking of a bird within its egg, unknowing of the outside world:


Truth Forgotten

Long ago,
When I was young,
I saw truth out of the corner of my eye.
A hole in the eggshell of life,
With the etheric mist of dreams and deaths beyond.

So foreign it was to me,
That it was dismissed
As but a grain of sand.

But as I age
I find my thoughts returning
More and more to it.
And I ponder about,
When this façade of mortality is shattered,
If it will be a rebirth
Or an ending.

Such thoughts come to me as I sit out in the hot summer air,
Ponder the universe,
And gaze up at the stars.


-Djin"written while sleep deprived"n