Simplicity

somewhere cornered against a confused cosmos and identification you will find fear, suffering, and a delicate ego sitting aside; one that wants to hide beneath the covers and close her eyes tightly to the fists of human crafted creatures, gods and monstrosities

but most of all you will find the most simplest kind of a mind; one that sees most matters with a glass heart, composed of love, laughter, intellectual strength and emotional grace trying to obtain a better view of human crafted creatures, gods and monstrosities

the story is really not so complex, no more complex than that of other stories; with a beginning, swimming in both red and blue seas; with a middle, growing and flowing in all directions;
and with an end, as inevitable as all ends

~Emily Loren Moss Ferrell

written 02/23/2010 4:39 pm est
edited poem 02/23/2010 6:44 pm est
photo 02/21/2010 approx 6:30 am est