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In memory.

How many bridges are in flames behind me? I am sure I can burn one more by the end of the week, because weakness isn’t exactly my strong poi..

Cigarette ash on my laptop; I hate crying, But here I am, Just like old times. Life goes wry so easily, Twisting a grin to mock..

Reflections of a light bulb in the window, But the cat’s inside tonight ‘Cause we can almost feel the rain. I was on the ..

(Life, that is.)

I am always looking away from the lens, I can’t bear to have a straight face captured And put down forever on film. If you can&..

For once in my life I am building bridges Instead of burning them; Fire and brimstone no more. Life is an open door, And I’m..

Love was once an avalanche But the weight of it, Unbearable at times, Has slowly melted with the snow. I am the springtime, ..

Something to think about.

Words have been failing you. You are more electric than Edison, can’t you see? A spark, though seemingly insignificant, is pur..