She enters my mind uninvited like a thief slipping in through an unlocked or slightly cracked window.
She is the antagonist of my nightmares and the protagonist of my dreams.
And I negotiate with courage and callous to eradicate, or alleviate the senseless and unassuming frailty that has built up around me.
This intersection of conscience and forth put mindless slide show developing behind my eyes, can't be put out or exterminated with the catch of an RSVP.
But the words in the letter are meaningless if they are not read by the right eyes or if the ink is nothing more than disappeared words on a passed love note....
'Cause I hoping you don't throw my little notes away...'
1-13 inspired in the shower while hearing Marillion's- Invisible Ink in the background.
