Soon as the sun, as life becomes d… I flow with a heart, all the worst… No more can I mourn, myself as I… It’s bright and it’s sad, but toda… like the years gone before, or the…

I couldn’t think, of anything worse. From the outside, Looking in. Draining your soul away,

I remember youth and senses, the smell and touch. Fascinated by breathing, in and out. Sunday walks,

We are like pebbles on a beach. Brought by the tide, yet not born from it. Sitting, and waiting,

Brush teeth, Planes overhead, People I’ll never meet, Some words just dance, your words dance.

Wake to the sun on fire, a wandering wisp of a dream, In it’s forgotten desire, a candle… as a sonnet sings sentiment as bri… What is a plum situation,

My father talked often, of what went wrong, who his father was, Who he is as a father, Long drawn out conversations,

The doubt of spring, makes winter warm, when all is cold is now gone, The sparkle of night, and the seasons change,

To sin enough, is to sin forever, shine dull nor pure, but fear!, fear the end. Does it end after night, or at the end of the day!

You have to, jump in with the sharks. They won’t eat you, unless you let them. You dodge and dive,

There’s not enough time, Not for seeing the world, no no But feeling alive, To hold your friend when they weep… For being in a hole,

She reminded me of women, I used to see as a child, at family gatherings. Tired, not quite steady,

Etched, in the valleys of the moon, staring from or to. Blazing the night, The autumn heat returns,