He walks among the tired moonlit landscapes.. In self doubt and emptyness. Tommorrow is another day.
He broods in the mindless thoughts in living. Keeping those eyes fixed in that upward diagonal direction. Fog, like old gray coats draped between the trees.
Emptyness. Searching for that magic in words. For that magic in otherwise platonic nothingness. For that gas in this desert plane.
He walks under the tired moon. Frost in the darkness, silent singing angels. Knows to have faith, he does. Keeping those eyes fixed in that upward diagonal direction. Dragging the waves beyond his thoughts in thoughts. Crashing down in a sparkling crest. Beyond his dreams in dreams.
Emptyness. From death into life. Ever ambling forth, lost and confused. Guided by that reassuring glimmer.. That comes and goes with the waves. Tommorow is another day.
Love is God. Love is war. Love is what your life is for.
(sigh) Oh Joseph, this is so sad and heartwrenching, I hope he hangs on to hope always and believes there's reason that a brand new day will come and joy and hope will replace this sorrow. (big hugggsssssss) Very well-expressed, sweet friend, we all love you so very much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Joseph, thank you for sharing!
May love and light always shine upon you!
Love, Noah Eaton
Here, Now, Forever