In the way I find this night
Solitary, calm and lone...
Oh, little goldfish,
leaning upon your throne of glass...
Grief stared at the sonogram with me
for the weeks that turned into months...
I've been wandering around this plane
It seems to exist in two meaningful places...
I am liar
My heart lied while beating...
Burnt out bulbs
dark windows...
Move those legs and run.
Find the quickest route...
In the times of pain
And heartache...
24 hours.
Its been 24 hours since I had to say goodbye to...
The book of life is perennial as the stars.
Patterns, haunting our every move...
Our whole family suffered after you died;
All of them left to pick up the pieces of them...
There’s creation in the distance separating...
The cremation of malignance and a tender fear of...