insanechild-point2

Prolouge. When does Hate end and Love begin. Should we reveal ourselves, To those who love us, Or to those that hate us. When does Hate end and Love begin. Will the Sky turn red, The day of death. Will the throne of blood, Be left unshed. When does Hate end and Love begin. A lonely enemy, Or an unmade friend. Should we, Be the ones to judge. When does Hate end and Love begin. Where the sun sets, On bodies of flies. Where the sun rises, On flowers of butterflies. When does Hate end and Love Begin. Choice of power, Lost of choice, Free of decision, Until responsiblity kicks in. When does Hate end and Love begin.

The water was still. Dead still. It stretched out for eons. Falling off the edge of the earth in a blue ribbon. Our own faces peering back at us from the blue mirror. I dipped my hand down, ignoring the chill, I watched as the mirror merely moved around me, as if I was one with it. My partner is sitting behind me, breathing heavy from the hard row. I've never brought anyone here before. Only my eyes and my kayak have dared to grace these waters. His breathing only disturbs my stillness for a moment, as I remember that everyone and everything is one. One with each other and one with our mother. Slowly I twist his noise into the orchestra of