The capturer... 2009-02-18 19:34:32

Within our corners we find sheds of light. In a circular room our corners are fragile. We are found exposed & at times fearful of inner nudity. I'm found listening to acoustic strums & the murmuring parade of yesteryears. I'm found captured by a camera & by a beauty of vision. I'm left confused & wondrous if my actions would be brave where may they take me. Is it possible for me to venture into an unknown that isn't certain. My chest beats my mind races, I tremble at courageous thoughts. Yet, I sit. So what else is new. Wanting to slip into fantasy writing yet exploring nervous ticks & shaky thoughts.