Encounters

Meeting together for dinner
Envoked freelings of my history here
Floods of memories and voices

Talking about the struggle
Created questions about where we were
And why we were there

Lonely, broken, tired and ready
To not want to be those things anymore
Isolation leads to the creation
Of sculptures hardened inside and out
With a chisle of self pity and a hammer of quite

We played our songs outside in the parking lot
That told of our struggle and dissapointments
I found the greatest dissapointment

Was who I have been compared with who I should be
Breaking off shell and running as far away from it
Changing my mind and attacking my emotion

I hope we can all do the same thing
Amend our crimes and give us a clean slate

-Josh Wilkinson 12/01/2009