Covers pushed to our feet

My head on his chest, I can hear his heart

Room wreathed in soft shadows

His hand rough against the skin of my back

Soft breeze caressing our bodies

It’s quiet.

I haven’t felt this settled, this still, this comfortable

In I don’t know how long

I feel grounded

Tomorrow seems far away

Right now seems to stretch forever

He shifts

“Did you ever mean it?”

He says...

Every morning I wake up more tired then yesterday

Longing for a night of sleep deep enough to forget

Living in a world that isn’t quite clear anymore

A life that isn’t being lived because I cannot sleep...

They say it only appears once in a blue moon. When the light hits the street right between the old library and pillared courthouse. At exactly 5 past 6. When the snow has melted and there’s been no heavy rain in 9 days. Only when it’s been 3 days with the scent of fresh cut grass and baked bread at the edge of the air. It’ll only appear if you’ve walked past the alley a time and half. And only if ...

Somewhere in the world, high an a sea too cliff there is a little town. And on the edge of that town lies a little cottage. It’s separated from the town by a small grove of trees. It’s surrounded by a low wooden fence that’s bent slightly too the right from too much wind. The front yards slightly overgrown and the shutters are light green. The cottage is painted white but it’s more of a light grey...

I stare. The wind rushes past me, bringing with the smell of of plastic and wood burning, and I can’t think. Burning, burning. My minds empty, all I can do is stare. I feel like I’m floating, removed. Above this burning world. “My son”. The thought slips in and suddenly time starts moving faster. I spin around to the shadows behind me. “I know your there” I scream. “I know your there. You told me ...

Fate is about belief

And I do not belief

How can I?

How can I?

When the world brought me you

And I did not want you

How can I?

When you brought

Me only

Darkness and pain

Fate is about belief

A good thing will come

But I do not believe...

Tonight will be our last sunset. You will never see me again. As the sun rises I will fade with the shadows. Tomorrow I will be nothing but a recollection at the edge of your mind. A fleeting memory. One that appears when you least except it and that you will never quite be able to recount. It’s ok. This is how it goes. I am not meant to be remembered. It’s ok. I will always remember you. This is ...