The more you cut yourself off emotionally & physically
The less we become what we were
As time passes memory fails
And we grow apart...
wondering why there was a "we" at all.

12.24.11

like a wraith,
in the moonlight roams the graveyard,
so memories of you haunt me

7.7.11

searching,
flying along the beach,
winged souls of dead sailors...
cry out...
in the wind.


7.8.11