Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting

Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin

I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can

The hands of this watch haven’t moved since the last time you did and I’m not sure if I’m ready to hear the ticking

Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on

I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer

I was like a rain cloud over a small garden and dammit if you weren’t that garden so full of flowers that I fell in love

Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown

I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth