This is something that has been milling around in my little head, sort of brewing and fermenting; waiting for the right words to form themselves into a pattern.

I know it's kind of silly, but…

certain images and ideas are very powerful. They trample into my mind running and clammoring; they pound their war drums, yelling and screaming and generally make a nuisance of themselves until I sort them out and show them that they need to march in rank and file.

It is something that can not be contained inside, though.

Some people journal; this is the way that I capture certain states inside of myself; looking back on what I have written, I can see a very distinct picture of how that time was.

::. hazy light .::

ardent air of night's
affectionate embrace

quietly spoken strain
sunset passes slowly

whirling hilltop heights
gazing into space

watching hazy lights
stars shrouded chase

Heaven gathers rain
wind whispers softly

-- Eric Huff
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