Days are the time lines that sew the fates of...
As the sun sets on the edge of this painted...
Yesterday serenity prevailed
and for a moment understanding...
I keep replaying
Scenes I swore I buried...
In villages where bread was thin
And grief still clung to door and bone...
The Mask:
I wear it...
Stopping for a rest
often has nothing to do...
It is a bright day, but the faces are sullen.
The wind changes direction every so often...
I’m done being nice about it.
You don’t listen, you just talk...
We danced around, way back when,
I would leave, but always came back again...
When you're holding on
Without a grip on life, it...
A perfect world!
Wouldn't it be nice...
A heart so full it spills
It leaks...