Variant
Our time collected things unchanged. This future abates.
2009
Opportunity knocked. A choice between night and day. Now the door is locked. I should have walked away.
Notice
I can never fade to black. A spotlight always shines on my goodbye.
Sunshine
Everywhere I go there is an expected burden I must carry. A curse given to me by my mother. I dreamt about my father, our conversations and his laughter. For […]
