Everything stops, I look around. I am the only one moving, making a… Silence is a noise, I cannot hear… I get up I feel the ground, everyone is here, yet no-ones arou…
I always feel pressure It starts in my head Pushes it’s way out Through my chest This beating heart
The beginning to the end, no time to pretend, that time is our friend. Tomorrow, & today, we live our Su… its all the same– it’s no old news…
Prologue - (I kept walking, with my eyes glue… The sun hit my eyelids and rays of… Something was trying to escape.—— Moonlight– moon lit meadows,
Why is it that when we have the freedom to speak, we stutter? I think it is because
Oh darling, you poor withered soul… Oh how life has taken its toll. Your emotions are widowed, your feelings a stray.. you can’t look in the mirror,
Its Sunday..bloody Sunday, have… The words slip out of my mouth lik… When they know they are in the wr… Partially at fault, for letting it… I am partially at fault, partially…
I woke up feeling a heavy weight i… almost like a thick wool knot inte… I got up and sat down and tried to… —visualizing it releasing.— I am holding on tight to something…
My words flow from my subconscious Inhale tell I go unconscious Tell me where the real love is I just want to be above this Can I have your real kiss
can beauty exist without pain can the rain-forest exist without the cries from the rain the novelty of remembering one’s n… is like a creature in the great te…
Spring for many people, brings a s… No longer must we harsh the cold w… We feel the sun on our face, and i… Like a new day, a new cycle a seco… To me spring feels like grief.
Everything is too much for me I fall in love too easily Afraid to be happy I’d still feel dead in Miami Set free the old me
I finally am enjoying my time alon… I crave my morning coffee under my… My morning bath, journaling, water… Cleaning my own space. Enjoying b… For months I’d wake up and look b…
It’s unorthodox The river flowing– n’ the opposite direction of the r… It is going side stream, not even up or down.
I can’t even look at the time or t… because as the days go on the furt… What could I have done, different… Could I have been different? Was it inevitable?
