i never dreamed i would lose

Martin Eden - Dedicate Function
Lefse Records

the landscape in my heart 
is often a place,
i wouldn't let the eyes 
of others see...

...fear they'd see too much grime
and unnecessary dirt.

like a busy city street...
my life, 
has continual build-up.

how does brokenness turn into joy?
how is it possible for cold, 
distant machines
to resemble 
a 'warm fuzzy'?