Them flashing lights give you that PTSD vibe,
Many lives lost at a young age,
Every time the phone rings it gives mama the chills,
That late night knock at the door,
You never know what to expect,
When you're use to losing someone,
Everything becomes real for you.

Identifying the body of a lost one is never easy,
You never wanna face the lost of a loved one,
You have to face the truth,
Don't hide behind the what IFS or lies.

When you're hurting don't silence your cries,
Cry out loud and grieve the ones you lost,
No one can begin to understand your pain,
Life will never be the same,
You'll forever be changed.

Christmas lights are starting to bloom,
showering multicolored holiday grace across
increasingly bare, late fall suburban landscapes.
I love, I need, the perfectly placed, perfectly timed, whimsy.

I’m just a wandering spirit on my way through the times of life loving the people I find . So when I look up in the sky I see the m walking me when I’m travelling through the dark that they don’t wanna be in so they stand in watch over me in the subconscious . It makes me wonder if I wasn’t alone would I live in a life filled of normalities. Would I still be the torch in my own darkness being a super nova for other. Nothing of what we really do does matter  we make it matter because life is nothing but our own fantasies

Two withering souls
Lost in downtown fog
With their stories written in neon lights
And their destinies tied together
Gazing at each other
Through the reflection
Of blazing streetlights
In hidden puddles
Scattered around vacant parking lots
Dancing like ghosts
With honey on their tongues
A million longing words
Without ever uttering one
A sleeping city tells their tale
Of a longing moon and a loving sun