Peace.
A word so familiar and so foreign.
Like that one summers sun first thing in the morning.
Like a kiss from a love you’ve been searching for.
Anticipation for the feeling you’ve been working for.
Peace.

A concept so real and so fake.
Sitting there just beyond every mistake.
Waiting for its chance to integrate with your inner state.
Teaching you to embrace tomorrow’s grace with a big toothy smile on your face.
Peace.

It comes shrouded in the cloths of the wicked,
and the robes of the divine.
Jumping back and forth across that fine line
turning your tears into a fine wine,
Drink from...