wounds of the heart
are relics to be unearthed.... in time
coddled like an anthropologist
fondles a dig, painstakingly dusting the outer layers
of latent pain
with a soft brush, gentle hand, pursing of the lips...
soft puffs of warm air, ever mindful not to damage the core...
the ultra-delicate remains
in search of something
in search of something
the death of empathy is the birth of barbarism
Re: in search of something
tender is the nite..... 
me I feel like I'm becoming some kinda Kung fu t.v. Priest.....
Re: in search of something
thanx wire......some pain requires kid gloves, doesn't it ?
the death of empathy is the birth of barbarism