Remembering the eulogy, on this cold and frosty morning. Mental inscriptions along the glass reflections. Those remnants held tightly are the dismal connections to unpleasant memories. Cuts and abrasions of reopened wounds that refuse to heal. Spirits returning from the old days. The mind is a broken coffin. It is difficult to let the dead remain buried. Continue reading Sarcophagus
Sitting beneath the open sky. Writing these thoughts of desperation. Listening to the sound of emptiness. Watching the world move toward the void. Continue reading Empty
Where will this road pick up again? I should seek a different path, regardless of the terrain. When will the sun smile on my horizon? If I can’t have the sun, then I will take the moon instead. Continue reading Dead Ends
Rum and Coke; diluting frosty shards. Taste of reminiscence; scent of delight. Some pencil sketches. Those candid creations. No erasures. Lines forming collaboration. Moment caressing nostalgia. A connected imagination. Colors and shades. A childhood infatuation. Continue reading Sunday
