Innocence dies in Venice

Shadows pump the night with dreams that frolic along the horizon as I cradle the moonlight thieving through my blinds. I grasp at the buildings of Venice from my past, the legions of pigeons which swarm my childlike form. My father’s eyes as he stared from the edge of the square regarding my brother and I as we take in the cool air. Our televisions were filled with muppets not terrorists savagely raping the middle east.

Yet the years rolls with quicksilver speed, carving our faces with the sorrowful realization that we are in a grim place. Fear….fear deeply.