The state of the worse. The state… Is this the sad state where I fin… The evil inside me who long dwelt… I’d given him home for he felt lik… But then cast I did he out of nec…
What happens when you finally deci… to change what you’re doing and sw… Is it like when the fog clears awa… and you find where you stand? Or is it more like the unveiling o…
Starring out my window this Decem… all I can do is long for you again… Sometimes I feel I’m over you, li… move on and forget about all that’… But as the raindrops fall, all of…
The stars that fill the midnight s… or single grains of sand cannot compare to all his works too vast to understand. What number counts the drops of ra…
What’s of the eyes if not to see - a darkness on the land, perpetuated by a world that will not understand. What’s of the ears if not to hear…
Looking out from deep inside this fortress here wherein I hide. Formed brick by brick in rounds of… some circumstantial, others made by hand selecting from the first -
Even as the night has drifted softly upon me distilling its emptiness. So also has your memory in silence
Too many nights, too many times I’ve woke in sweat and had to find a way to push you out again, and pray once more that this will… That from my heart you’ll finally…
At the end of the day if the truth… we don’t own a single thing we hol… Not the spoils we gain, nor the go… Not the things we reap. Not the t… that we build upon, where we stake…
I woke up this morning to the drip… then lie there just thinking how p… Wrapped in the moment, reflecting… how totally different my life is b… I long ago finally came to myself,
You sit there rocking, no more people talking, drifting with the wind across the… It’s peaceful like you planned it. No one make’s demands it’s
Oh, why so many dreams bestowed in young and tender years, fall into drifting dust decay then sadly disappear. Are dreams to blame for broken hea…
Have you perhaps, held on too long to the place you call home? Have you let too much time slip by… avoiding the unknown? It’s hard not to be scared of chan…
I’d take a knife and cut it out like some deep-down infected gout if only it were there under my ski… I’d prick a vein and let it bleed, free flowing, nothing to impede
Run as fast as you can. Red shades of dismal flowing fear melt to the glass of sand.
