hey world...

technically, being past midnight, it is a brand new day. im all out of conflicts. im frozen in this space in time and i wonder what interesting what-nots i can fill this empty space with. the air is chilly; what not if its winter. right? i've switched on my philo-mode and have brian mcknight's "one last cry" streaming the waves. tis' in the silence of nights, that the jurrors of life and witnesses of my days enter and judge me. secrecy burns my insides and they look past my white ashes like im a ghost. human beings do not perceive things whole. we're not gods but wounded creatures, cracked lenses capable only of fractured perceptions.

in this picture. the suspense is clouding my perspectives. i dont know just who you are. there's a stranger in my house. you got to be someone else cause' im not sure who you are. dont see your shadows when you walk. is there someone immitating me? could she be taking my place? could it be? that the stranger is me? -kin-