drifting … on possibilities from a thousand masks hiding in the shadows with the dust where pain is peripheral and love is only the accidental collisions of dust towards midnight sleepless waiting for your fragrance with the silence where time is inconsequential and love is the pain we breathe in silence into you  

Friend or Foe

Originally posted on like the sun shone:
The first Christmas I spent away from home was when I joined the armed forces Basic training finished waiting for the moment to join my Battalion Where will I be posted somewhere exotic, perhaps somewhere warm, perhaps I ended up somewhere someplace I did not want to be…