Im fighting in my writing to write the scope for a pope. Inside the lines that guide to right and wrong and take away all need for hope. A sunny disposition is hiding in the cool breeze of guidlines. Rules scattered like trees in the forrest are blocking all possibilities of grey matter. Follow the rules and the roses will bloom. Respecting the legal concepts in full and the rivers will flow life to the land. Let me forget the fat of the land with no rules just a slow rush passing season into season where rules and lines and legalities hold no water. It is those memories that pass into passion, then doubt sets in slowly infecting lethargy into words needing to make it to the paper Grey matter is the smile enjoyed the best.
-Jessica Cortinas
Posted 4/25/12
