Socks have a good life. They spend their days on separate feet complimenting one another yet not pressed together;
Syllables swim through your texts Perhaps not for you but I feel The rhythm, the pull, the give Back and forth and The pause.
A sudden gust of wind and through a shiver I see a tree explode sparklike leaves shaken free a wide brimmed hat blocks the view
I measure time By whom I love Spells and stints And long eras It all passes
In the midst of unimaginable faith surrounded by unattainable wealth I have eyes only for the light dancing through the stained glass do we not live only to discover be…
Stood in the dark stopped on the pavement beneath th… that I can’t see but I know is th… because I can smell it. looking at the lights on the lake…
Its almost too cliché a broken heart shaped necklace shattered glass in the corner with a naked wire frame But I can imagine
Listening to the gale blow, I recall the banshee of memory, Spectres of what was haunt my thoughts, And I recall the pain,
I spy a wrapper on the floor A small thing, hardly a major chor… And yet, no - it shall remain and cause strife and no small pain… It’s just a wrapper - but who’s?
It’s been said that I’d love a shadow If it smiled at me. I smile and agree: Talking to people
Let it go? Stop holding on? Do you see my hands grasping someo… If only it were so simple, I’d let go by mere principle! I was told, like two spent swimmer…
Happiness is an elusive beast it is best not to pursue it through foliage and fen You’ll never catch sight of it tha… Instead, wait in darkness and bait…
On the cold mornings Or days when washing hangs in my r… My window glazes and there are thr… I don’t clear them I wonder if the larger are mine, a…
walking in the rain past the irresponsible road works watch the oil trickle away colours dancing away always away from me
I wonder who decided on the big tv Saw a nice hill and thought, I co… Dig it up shuffle it to the side a… Shit why not Add some seating too