The airport is a morgue.
I can identify this body: He’s a lover...
I wake up to the four same walls again;
like the rest of us nowadays...
Sometimes when you're lost
It's not about direction...
I wake up daily wondering if today will be the day
that my life ends or if I'll be cursed in another...
Dreaming of the light when the night takes flight,
everything is dark and I am alone...
I like the time between our visits.
Not because I believe 'distance makes the heart...
Be aware that
Only you can...
You realize it’s been days
on canned soup, and...
I could have had you
but your green eyes disturbed me...
I haven't written
about the red van...
Foes will often
Abuse trust of...
Yesteryears are certainly
Over but, you need to...