Hope is a candle in
        A
hurricane of darkness,

But against the storm,
                A
             light ignites brightly.

Hope maybe small,
      but it will always burn


brightest when we think
                     it is gone.

no need to see my scars
to know that I'm hurting

Quiet air disintegration.

The clay boy of a first responder.
Pondering along on a long night.
She’s cool in a dolly rocker.
Jeweled blue.
And silent white.




Garrett Johnson.

I lost myself in you.
Your eyes, your words, your thoughts...
They all seem to leave me in a muzzy state.
You absorbed me.
My heart, my mind, my soul...
All of it is gone,
Buried deep within you.
I can't seem to find any of me,
And that is absolutely terrifying.