I could have pretended to be something like all of them, I could have played a game and fit in with those around me and I knew if I did I would never really be me
Every other day of the year he's dead. Today he lives in my mind. The funny smart-ass kid that bounced around when he was six and I was eleven, I was Matthew and he was Matthew but when we finally got to meet he became Little Matt and I became Big Matt. Uncle Matt is… Continue reading Ghosts With Bones
i want to run away, To stay, And I can't find the way, No method in my mind To leave this behind, The traps that I find I want to go home Too tired to roam I left a feeling alone And never touched it, But now It's reaching me, It's begging and beseeching me… Continue reading A Miss Before Flying
There is at least a small chance, still, that this life is my dream and one day I will wake to find that nothing was lost.