In the wake of a turbulent sleep stumbling through painful memories Advertisements
Footmarks in coarse sand
Empty spaces between these blackest of words where thoughts never spoken go unheard as they fall into the vast abyss of our souls.
As I watch graceful dandelion seeds today dancing through the sweet air, happy and gay like music notes bouncing in turquoise sky I hear a haunting song as they begin to play.
Waning moon in blue morning sky it seems like a short while yesterday when you were lush and full one night but with each day you are fading away.
A clear, blue sky early morning but as we were on our way we murdered a mourning dove today. Two flew into the air, one swerved, we missed but the other slammed into our window. A vision of feathers flying askew as an aqueous…
Eyes as bright as the bluest of sky a laugh that lit up a dreary room No one saw the black darkness lurking in the shadows of that captivating smile but all the while you were fighting demons, no rest for your soul until…