a heart beat on the fortieth floor
running from strangers no more
turning a corner
seeing a form
at first scared
anticipation of doom
unknown
death

Going down from the 40th floor
i see my error and return
not wanting to face the fear
but knowing i must
for my soul to be cleansed
to be let go
set free

walking the floors of the 40th floor

were dark and weblike
shaded, mysterious and cold
hearing voices from rooms that did not exist
from faces guarded, masked by the shadow
like a fillagree on a pinhead
this was confusing to me
a horror
a trap
a betrayal.....
....

Facing a fear
embracing it and becoming it's lover
Release of a fear
sexual
submissive

• phones

• moving thoughts

• Your Saturday

• Life