A sense of panic lingers. Words spewed to comfort. It’s not over. Garbled dreams and nightmares so vivid. Time is forced to rewind. We’ve shut our doors again.
A summer of Deja Vu becomes reminiscent of a love story. Cascading sunbeams reflecting our memories. The warning of a storm, the bittersweet smell of rain.
This valley is void of life. My days are wasted and my nights are restless. I’m bankrupt because of good deeds. My thoughts gathered in an empty space. The shadows […]
Our time collected things unchanged. This future abates.