Letters from the Edge of Tolerance

Though I walk I stand, surrounded By the lifeless sands. I see many men, many women. The lie in a beautiful space, a world devoid of hate, I wonder why it was that I came to this place, thou even when i try to think, Life moves on in just a blink. BEHOLD a world struck by beauty a world where even the land seems to lay in a glorious pageant of lucid moments. I walk this lonely road alone, though within this lucid dream I can see the means I need to fall down a putrid diluted path. I walk away afraid of what may come down within that lucid fray of putrid hate. If I may, then I shall stay within my dark gray light. For when if this comes to be, I would hate to flee from the beauty around me. I seek the love I lost on the way down life's lucid dream, was it me or was it her, I couldn't believe that we had left the road. I had slowed, she had sped, for even then she wanted to be wed. I could not hold the light she shone, instead i bore the loathsome road. I walk alone in a light less world a putrid path to and fro. If I were to find my way I would be wed  that girl on that day.