I come bearing the most unusual of all adornments,a soul whitewashed in stardust,a rawness that sings of innocent authenticity and a passion born of,well,for the most part delusion and a stubborn heart that refuses to relinquish its staunch belief in beauty and good amidst all evil.

I may have remembered to carry a box full of crayons,maybe we can paint our evenings blue, red or both,and a yarn of wool,maybe we can weave ourselves a world where joy ceases to be a consequence of what we have or lack and bliss ceases to be dependent on every fleeting high that almost always leads to a lower low.

Where we can give ourselves to finding out what living really truly means and from the fullness of our hearts turn poetry into music, beautiful moments into a lifetime of bliss and dreams into reality.