A day again....

A usual brisk misty day. The sky is steamy with a gradient of grey. Living along the other nightwalkers isn't what I call life , but options for a LONER, aren't so wide . I guess.....My heart has a broken jaw , 'cause it cannot tell what it saw. It subsides it away from my sight. So that I can live the way I might. The wheels am on are cold , push them in and they fold. Just like my soul, hiding , afraid to give hope in this frizzy hanging cloth. What can be worse ?, I ask myself, but that's what I forget that am already in curse....

" At the end of HELL, HEAVEN starts."

H.O.P.E. = Hold On , Pain Ends 

LOVE you EXCELSIOR...!!!