Something in the air has changed. If I could only trace my finger to the answer, I might shake this alien feeling. The rhythm is all wrong— Off by an unheard beat. However subtle it may be, The vibrations are different. This change remains nameless. Is it Good? Bad? Something else entirely? My mind perhaps... Continue Reading →
I have boxes of bone fragments I need to sort through and store away. They used to be full skeletons, but through the years that pass me by-- and even in the present-- today, On my highest closet self in the safest lock-box, they continue to decay.
Falling in love leads to madness.
You torture me with your friendship.
Sentimentalities have only brought me grief.
Wrong. But... it was once right.
Your cancer is my common cold.
Companionship has seldom soothed my lonliness.
Easy? Final goodbyes are anything but.