Innocent white bleeds in silence

Staring at the emptiness of a dream

One of the things I hold on to......my waking child imported

Staring chained with the future in her small hand

hidden emotions staring into a distance of emptiness

invisibly present the umbilical cord to myself imported

car me (in the tear of a child)

Me, take myself by the hand

unraveling the knots of life........

Her body makes itself free from her Shapeless shadow and leaves behind a youthful passion.