The moon always comes again. Yet I have run out of feelings to feel. These days I only wake to sad vibes. Trying to live when those dreams bring more comfort. Like a delayed hug from the past. Yet, I’m tired of dreaming. *** I just want to live. Not holding on until yet another…

I never thought it would be so. Distant as a childhood story. Temporary as a sad song. A trait that belongs to someone else. *** I never thought it would be so. I knew it lurked ahead. I just hoped it would not. Imaginary as that monster under the bed. *** I never thought it…

Oh dear dad, I hate that I am so attached even though you are never around. Excited over the tiniest scrap of attention. It never pans out but all you have to do is smile to set me right back to square one. How is a person supposed to heal from this situation? Forever mourning…

There is something strange about that time. That period between activity and sleep. Where my heart is splayed open. Audience of one. No mercy given for poor actors. Reality fallen out of time. Felt like I saw the light a year ago or was it a second? Funny how it can take the dark to…

This is just one big road trip I never planned. Been here. Been there. Been where you are. Been where my headlights are the only light under the cloud covered night. Funny how the stars almost never shine when you are alone. I did not start out as the driver, sometimes still not. Asleep in…

In the quiet is where I fall apart. Tears tasting like the lost dreams of yesterday. They are magic you see. Invisible in public and you would never know. But a storm always comes. In public is not where I get ahold of myself. It is in the quiet where I charge my magic. For…

Dear friend, where have you gone? Disappeared along with yesterday’s innocence. Punished by circumstance. Where have you gone? To a different world I never can exist in. Sent away because of the actions of another. Where have you gone? Sealing those memories up in a golden bag to never open. I yearn for that lost…

I wish I knew when to fold. The cards keep coming and show no signs of stopping. I may feel confident in my abilities. Ready to handle another hit. So I do what I do best. I double down. *** Maybe the situation is not going so well. I should probably be cautious about my…

Some people are like fire moths. Born into desire. Wrapped in all they could ever want. Simply made of a coveted fire. Never familiar with the dark. Never knowing they had something to admire. *** But what is left to do but flutter? They have all that they need. Do they have any goals? Blind…