From his inside pocket,
he takes out a smile...

When you look at me,
I own a childish smile...

I am in the fragile reflection looking back at...
as you run your slightly pressed fingers...

Un-rolling parchment from a skeletal rod...
I glance upwards for the last time...

Some things in life, are hard to bare...
misery lies almost everywhere...

Andrea and Jims title toss
Club challege...

It's along the dark jagged serrations,
where I hide my feelings...

Ooo... Challenge time is here again :)
What to write...

...

{ someone turn the volume down }
A somber tone...

A whirlwind
of selfish thoughts...

The mystic forest is my dwelling.
It's amongst the tall spindles of evergreens...