Night of a Thousand Words

Swelling thought. December night of a thousand words. It creeps into my soul, burns deep and fills me with hope. I understand, though passion blinds me, knowing the consequences and bleeding still. Forever must the machines run and in the end, must they die. Never attaining but always achieving. And now that the end is in sight, cast your head to the sky. Breathe my friend, breathe.... Memory gives emotions second life...