All the truth
is hidden in the moments of a bird silence...
Couldn't you stay away ? Don't write my
Obituary yet for I'm not ready to die; I'm 32...
A musty shoebox
letters tied with faded bow...
You've been eating away
at my conscience for a decade...
a white screen
staring back...
it clings to your skin,
woven through the wool...
I
saw your...
A wild horse
races across a nearly...
Change.
Does Change itself ever changes...
Although
we both took a...
we can only live for so long
on a scorched planet...
Remember when you
do crash, don’t pick at your wounds...