Storm
Another storm is coming. Feeling the barometric pressure. Waiting for the strong winds, to begin parting our ways.
Countdown
The soft taps of summer rain. A moist reflection in an empty room. Those calendar markings of commemoration, the essence of the ones taken. Counting down to the end of […]
Black Holes
Passive avoidance Existence without presence Crowded emptiness
Wasted
Concessions of the heart exposed.Every effort results in failure.Love is a waste of time.
