So, I keep trying to blog, but I don't want to.

I'm sure you understand.

I have no exciting tales to regale you with, nor do I have any advice to spare at the moment. This situation is most uncomfortable for me. Nothing to say.

Oh, yeah, filler time.

Ballroom Wonderings

I can see your mask,

It's burden

It's pallor shines on your skin

And it hurts you

You look sickly dearest

So lost and insincere

Lost and insecure

A dance, you dance

A masquerade of fear

Take my hand, my love

I will take you far

You're looking fine dearest

I'll hold you close forever

I'll hold you tight

There is a light in your eyes,

A glimmer of truth

A happy glimpse of future

Ensnared am I, the watcher

~Matthew McIsaac