To the Day who Blamed me Fine

stay if you wish. sleep at night. finding self with banter contemplating at a mistakes wish. This day holds many secrets. secrets that lie even to it. i fear the play of fire. but the fire holds all keys to doors i've missed. i think of the universe as i meet the repeated. but maybe it holds meaning. meaning to give purpose to the man who lives at nigh. who unfolds his skin to shine a light. a light that is not dim but he risks to often. he finds himself in this day and holds it with cherish. a day without time he lives to flourish. the scars in his chest knows its dusk, the dark lines of the crowds of musk. a path not forgotten he carves his way. to the best his heart will carry, he tries to make this day a little harder to bury.