6 months seems to stretch oceans-wide
while feeling like the shortest distance...

It's not the perfection in which
this piece was written, it's the musician...

[It wasn't me].
Splotches of color like a...

I picked up the newspaper today,
not foreseeing anything about ink...

we were powerless
that night, in all...

I had been anxious for hours,
a heartbeat not aware of the future...

I.
Days become farther and farther away...

-
you may seldom know how a piano was...

I carried you across
aching months of devastation...

it's been years since i've stayed up
all night; trust me, this isn't my choosing...

This week, death played its harp in my mind almost...
We are no longer living in a careless July. This...

Change- in combat with morals,
not always designed to win...