"Leonardo"
That despicable void that takes up the space between aspiration and action has the vacuous nature of sucking up thoughts and ideas never to be seen again. Where dreams meet the hard road, there is a cloud of dust. Dust kicked up by a galloping horse and rider that speeds ahead to touch a horizon of hopeful skies. Days bygone are certainly gone not to be touched not to be seen in dreams the images and ambient energy surrounding events or even days that seemed uneventful come back together and we can see that void is filled to capacity with the knowledge of existence and eternal creation of which you cry out as part. Who rode out ahead? Was it perhaps you on a better wind, or was it aspiration that took flight without regret riding forth regarding not your apathy and short breath