I remember these ashesand the moment you slipped througharound the boundwas it youfar away from common groundwhere things were quiet and peaceful stil..
today is the eleventh day of the fourth monthafter the second weeksince we last spokeabout anything of significanceabout anything that made senseif we..
your words speak of comfortbut your actions remain paralyzedI'm drowning out hereas birds swim byturning a blind eye,words flutter and creepI'm slippi..
I don't want to need youcrave youwant you alwaysonly to see you fade back around the end of a very longendless discussionthat has nothing to do with t..
am I brokenoris this actual madnessthe splicing of fate's bandsforward,slipping high on that second step down and toward the leftbeside the smoky lamp..
is there a place for thisunknown to a tenth or eleventh degreeyet,somehow felt along the edgeboundaries moved,and you appearhas it been you all these ..
has it been reduced to the levelof inconsequential.illogicaltrifling,dreams and ambitionshams on a stringreckless containmentnever out of linestay wit..
if it's genuine, it will certainly stand the length of daysand nights,for all time and even beyond anyone's adverse blightmore than a promiseforever.n..
anxieties attached to the memoriestriggers even more angstaround and over it goesnever stoppinguntil youbreak your mind-thoughtsskip the continual sel..
the angle of the outburst was of particular interestsudden.sharp.thrusting upward and then turning aroundblasting through unexpected and unannounced f..