the weakest brigade defends the heart

[e_liberation]

I walk the line
with too many shadows at my back
A heart full of inconvenient truths
Still searching for answers in the lights of rush hour traffic,
soaking up warmth from the preoccupied smiles of strangers

I'm shedding names like a snake does skin,
written down in the back pages of notebooks
And scattered throughout the images in my mind

I’m as fickle as the night is short (and my mornings always come too early)
Wishing only that I could take time and bend it, stretch it out in between my fingers
see it through my cameras lens
feel it slowly sliding up between my legs


How can I still be here?
Am I even here?

and

And where the fuck!
is my gumption?