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.
Klorrie Note #19
Not even the memories seem real.
Looking Back
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 →
Reminder of What We Were
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 →
