Burn me with fury. Fighting. Resisting. Festering. Stir the ashes within me. Kindle the flames,

Sugar coated trees surrounded by the cold breath of l… Glazing everything it touches, binding us with sticky like sensat… bringing forth an almost good impr…

I can feel you slipping silently from me. First from touch. Then from sight. Then from mind.

The snow slides silently down the slope of the A-line roof melting as it goes.

Reign wash over the white picket fence squared around the American dream, titled property of the free.

I tip toe in between the drops of rain and skiff upon the puddles; yet, no matter how fast I scamper,

Oh sliverous moon sitting in the sky tell me, tell me what to do! Do they know that I am missing? Do they know that I am gone?

I used to look up at the stars in… I counted them knowing well that i… an impossible task. The infinite number lured my atten… from the world of reality