I wish I could tell you that it goes away, that it gets better, that you'll get over it.
Through the darkness, the beast stalks slowly, cautiously, tasting the air, peering through the shadows perked ears straining for the slightest shift, the indrawn breath silently probing the impenetrable darkness for sign of the prey prey which too suddenly could become predator there, the whisper of flesh against tree-trunk frozen, the beast fixes upon targeted… Continue reading Again The Night
Belief has borrowed flavors, and we taste the memories of what has never come.
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.