26 May 2010

one hundred-eighteen.

the finale.

there will be no more to you, for you, or about you.
because there should have never been any including you.

being unraveled . slowly. dwindling away - out of. sight.
rotating on a pivot that is immovable - here i am .

but i am being rebuilt, cultivated, and refined .
by the Love who gave me life.

this is it. the last one.
i wish you well -