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...