Where you seek God, you follow lonely roads.
Highways of nowhere, love is nothing, forever more. Ephemeral.
Bleach stains my eyelids; all is dim as I slowly open my eyes.
Light.
A concentration of light sits above me, focused, focusing directly onto my face.
I swim in & out of conciousness.
I remember long running beaches, the warm tide gently splashing my ankles.
I remember lonley mountains, the red sun bleeding onto each face.
I remember dark rooms, curtains pulled closed, pitch, pitch black.

In a room where God rests, the bastard child dares not lift his tongue, lest he be cast down with heavy words.

A stones throw away from my heart rests nothing; a sliver of hope holding in place that feeling, those mercurial images, those words of candor.
Where you seek God, you follow lonely roads.
Where you seek love, you climb creaking steps.
These things burn my eyelids, such as bleach.