as the far distance of the skies the distance from your eyes then the ground and the stars the distance from your ears I send whispers and sparks and few words for the times when I used to touch your arms with that look!, everything charms here I am calculating the miles on a woeful stressfull verses in a camp fire talking to ashes few words to burn with papers to fuel my fire with poetry pieces hear my hurtfull heart weeps about many shattered dreams bleeding between the life claws tell me about her glorious flames tell me about the hurrican's chase the world where they hitch rides tell me about the next goals remind me about the lost souls i'm paying the bills for my sins! but I did not do any wrong things! gasping breath and washing tears playing guitar, and the letter sings