Eyes to See, Ears to Hear

"I want to call my writing my art, but the truth is that I am the art, and my writing is the evidence."

~Emily Freeman

I live in the house of the Lord.

I travel to rooms where no man has tread.

I search for a lightswitch for days in my head.

Days in the dark room and I often find

that the sane part of me begins losing its mind -

an inevitability to which I resign,

to seek out dim hallways, time after time.

Why do I keep visiting these dark quarters?