time zones
time has stopped it is 7:30 not my time hers the simple math makes her older the experience makes me younger what we feel makes us eternal
waking
up in the morning before the sun rises too early too fucking early lately it seems unwilling to disperse clouds covering this ravaged land in wet blankets […]
Not broken, perfected.
Not broken, perfected.
Chipped paint
beside the chipped paint of this aged mansion a bird the size of...
Again
I know you. I have always known you.
Peace within
Peace, if only for a little while
Voices from the past
There are sounds beneath me Beyond my reach Outside of where I want to be...
One Morning
it is 5 a.m. the dark room is still the air is sweet with you
Dance
...the shadow of my youth, in a form that never was, dances on the walls of this poorly lit shell i occupy so briefly...