There seems to be a drought in my… but who knows if it is the cause or the result of the war raging within me

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

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

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

Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again

I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark

I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we

Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant