Starting Over

Another night reflecting… Holding an old pen to calm these Disgruntled thoughts, spilling on the Filthy paper; awakened by the emptiness. Remembering our quiet moments, especially The casual discussions at midnight about Nothing and the rain. Missing the silence Interrupted by our whispers and the secrets We kept from the rest of the world. Crumpling this memoir of disarray; set Beneath a new lighter to … Continue reading Starting Over