we are interesting beings, to say the leastI kike to think of us all (but often times just me)as a phoenix, the elemental birdwe die from our own fire..
you aren't coming back this time are you.i kind of got that feeling when you walked out the door the other evening.it was so cold in my room you took ..
you can sleep when you're deadI saidbut you don't sleep she screamedand you've lost your headyour eyes are openabnormally widebut they contain no trac..
there's beauty in a short poemsilence is beautiful so beautiful it is often deafening for therein lies the most potential indefinitely.the in-between ..