I've constructed a fortress made
entirely of mirrors and misdirection...
Walking through a dream
as twisted and corrupt as a...
For the final time I will steal
one last sip of your bitter cup...
Let go of everything,
All those painful things you think...
It makes me happy to see I wrote
A long journey was started since 2004...
A cricket
chirping...
Empty cyber-spaces
lacking social graces...
Beyond the narrow windows of vastness
Was my field of hopes and dreams...
Nitid beacons of light
tease mysterious shades...
Airplanes scintillate
through the drowsy atmosphere...
Is it to much to ask for a question
instead of an action...
Fading:
are memories...