Who Knew

Inspiration based on deception... Conceived on the inside only to be blackened My voice cracks with the thought... "So easy!" Spilling words at the speed of angels paint the picture of vineyards, Gucci, Prada. I would rather see tunnels, twisting nails scraping against bricks that build a Home! for whom? The candle burns with no wick to carry the flame. Same as always... a darkness, my eyes have adjusted the light filters thru....