The sands of the hourglass dwindle, forgotten ashes & blooms of wispy smoke shrouded in wistful conversations. Thrumming heartbeat of the city and residual lingerings of temporary ghosts. Whispers gradually disappear into the vast mist of futile chaos. Lost souls wandering seeking what dreams may come.

I don't really belong
to a particular place.
Making temporary homes
of the people I meet.
Until they fall apart like the rest,
and I fall through the cracks.
*Life moves on without me.

Walking outside in the winter
A snowflake falls from the sky
And lands in my palm
It slowly melts as snowflakes do
And I start thinking
Each snowflake is spectacular
And different in its own way
But their lives are so short
Maybe humans and snowflakes
Aren't so different after all

Are you glad we met before you died?
Are you glad I cry and cry and cry?
All these songs about the dead and gone
All these tears
All spent to none
All I want is a song from the dead
All I want is your voice instead of mine
Are you glad you're gone?
Are you safe and sound?
Or is there gnashing and gnawing in your coffin?
Are you stuck with the knowing?
I don't believe in God
And I might say I do sometimes but I don't believe in Love
And I might say I am in love, sometimes I am
But because this joy is so temporary
and Life is so temporary
It must be real
And that is your hell
That only temporary things are real
I hope you will see
That even your eternity will cease in being
There is solace in knowing that

-day disposable and seasonal

They come and go, those pretty faces
Sharing dark hair and pretty brown eyes
They peak my interests for a little while
But then they engrave themselves on my mind

I'll never forget them, those pretty faces
Providing sweet satisfaction for my eyes
But darling, you're still my number one
I drift back to you when they're gone