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.
Not even the memories seem real.
He was never that guy that made my nerves implode His eyes were like oceans that hold endless horizons. He was a sunny day, and I once soaked in his rays A safe and warm home that I once called my own. He never made me lose any sleep. He never made my appetite weak.... Continue Reading →
Old poetry from all those years ago, Awakens feelings in me That won’t let go. I’ve thought a lot about this, Just so you know. I think I understand now What I should have already known. My memory plays tricks on me, but I can not deny what was written in those days in which... Continue Reading →