it’s sad how quickly we run to be… and how reluctant we are to run to… as if life is some race to win as if to say where we’ve been isn’… the phantom limb

The duality of man in this I am not ashamed for I take more than solace from t… the lover with many names and form… all of which can be perceived

Here I am upon shanks’ nag… forlo… Covered by the chill blank darknes… I am feeling old Not solely in body… but in spirit With every solitary step

...she finds herself on the unbeaten path her broken figure cutting the icy air as she runs

The best things in life Cannot be bought or sold They are given freely By the one’s we love...

i see you... sitting there... ice water tears... filling... your eyes...

for the one who has ears to hear nature calls

if one finds themselves often in d… could it be that they are the only… could it be that those lost in the… are they simply drawn to the light yearning for a piece or just to ba…

what is it about you that captured my interest was it the art of the eye or the poetry it contained was it your twin lenses

I am but a whisper of what once wa… A shredded covering of careless th… Cast upon the earth and blanketed… I spend my days surrounded by many… I exist to exist

i pray each day to set my mind to frame all moments a thousand times

Oh Halcyon Epoch That we should partake Whilst mended world sleeps Is lost by her As she sits on high

*read top to bottom then bottom to… writers writing readers intently

tireless she is ticking while i drop

you always know the type of walk that will make me take notice you always know