In fear and panic I fly
As fast as my wings will go...
Wine trickles down an hour glass,
coating a desert of run-on sentences...
Summer always spelled out secrets;
I almost suffocated, convinced that I must...
I liked it better when you only
existed on paper...
seeing you fade to enclose us
as a sentence broken and whispered...
You say nothing's the same anymore,
but how could I forget...
It starts as a low rumble off in the distance!
The sound of heavens horses approaching...
Dear Sir, (or is it Madam?),
You don't know me from Charlie Adam...
You'd think after drowning repeatedly
that eventually I'd learn...
Why do you write me secrets
you know I will never understand...
Walking through the bridge of sleep,
memories whisper in my ear...
Two weeks in-
the shell pealed back...