The owl came last night
it’s never been before...
It hits me like a stinging slap,
This unbidden sadness...
1...
Sheared. His milkflower skin did nothing more than...
... it rained today, and yesterday
my bluey sky, growls black and grey...
Often times I find myself stuck, like a stick in...
And the harder that I fight it, the deeper that...
You were more than a friend,
We were closer than family...
Just when I think I'm finally free
You always find a way back to me...
Ideas of dying
have long been replaced, all while...
"She's not breathing... CLEAR!! Come on look at me...
Those are the last things I heard...
“How are you?”
…In my mind I screamed, I’m tired, worried...
It is lonely over here
in a corner dim, with the bar a-brim...
while sitting alone and thinking of you
my memories brings a shade so blue...