Nothing Is Still Something

At this point I will not ask for forgiveness, for there is nothing to apologize for. Happy Polly Loggies. I will say I am living life of joy and happiness. The number is the same, the name changes and we wait patiently. And smile because we believe in it all. The rise and fall and ebb and flow makes me think. It's a wonderful world full of pain and glory. In my heart there is a dance of cries and fire. Love and madness. Death and sadness. It will always exsist. And so will this human girl on earth. With her human eyes and heart. With love and love and love. For the flag is black we wave. In the dark we remain shinning the light in silence, to love. When you need a hero, there is always yourself. Josalisa, Live from the island

DSM code F52.7...The Architect.

The Architect was into design. Perfect drawings of perfectly dark places. He showed them to me as a personal review of our madness. This is what happened to the best of my memory.

The Architect. 

Have you ever met a guy so plain and so basic he had to be mad. Like he was stoic, but in his eyes was a dark river. When I met the Architect, lets just call him, M. he seemed uninteresting to me. Yet I can see he was fascinated with me. Here is a bit of background. M. and I worked in the same building.