bloodhound

The thrill of the chase, the trail is cold.

I'm having a hard time feeling anything.

Which is ok, since I'm just trying to focus, and use my time.

There won't be anything left, when all is fallen and ashes.

Southern Hospitality will still remain even when there's nothing to give.

Lights will flicker, but never go out.

There will not be days when we bury our dead in the church yard.

I mean, this is big picture stuff. I'm talking about the whole thing coming up into some kind of climax, and bottlenecking. I'm not running for the promotion of division - I'm just going to share the truth and love people, and that will expose the division. I'm completely reasonable, and yet, I have a feeling that those of us with level heads will get pinned as extreme and unruly. This world will only get worse, sad to say, but there is beauty in the breaking too. Rome didn't fall in a day.

I stare at really intricate paintings, and I wonder about the scene, and I wonder what happens outside the view of the canvas and framing - if paint never ran out. If it could go on, and I could see. I always wondered that. I always wanted to enter in a sunset and swim in the clouds and burning atmosphere.

I'm wondering where I am.