Psalms 46:10: "be calm and know that I am god." I wish an angel would hold my hand now. Bleeding. Cracked. Hanging by a thread. These days I pray to anything. Deliver me. Bless me with salvation and dignity. A winter of emotions. A past life of regret. A subtle abrasion across my mind. Time being constant I am constantly at odds with what time I may have left. Awash in a nexus of undead and misread intentions. I am the son of a b***h. A glass reliquary full of pent up rage and inconsistent cravings of emotional acceptance. I started a walking chaos. I became a physical man worth the journey out of the hole I dug for myself. I hope the dirt never leaves my finger tips.