Peace is on the other side of the hill. Everything is moving in fast motion. Not a motion to waste as moments become relics of yesterday. The mountaintops are flattened, and the wastelands have vanished turning into the broken pottery of a bygone passage. The moaners are crying for their loss as reality topple their […]
When I was not, I wallowed in a lonely labyrinth having no sense of direction and only the illusions of how I wish my life were. My vision of the world around me was obscured by the sight of myself and that abyss became my most persistent adversary. When I was not, I allowed others
Love and death. The days are flying by so quickly towards my demise I can hardly keep track of them. Love is so elusive and so hard to find while death is always present and not wanted to be found. The tale of two empties revolving around a shallow grave having a hope and a
I hear it softly coming my way. Calling my name and beckoning me to take my place in the grave. Night and day the call of endless night whispers into my ears. With a humming in my head and a beating in my ears that will not disappear. So many that I knew have faded
When will tomorrow come, as today has come, and today has gone with my life passing away into the dim memories of no more than yesterday. I dream of things that will never be, hoping that they are the structure of my design for the betterment of those who deserve it. But the confused are
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