Apology

Many days I’ve been too angry to think, Is this lost time? I’ve wanted to die, but ended up a coward, Is this lost time?

Sentiment (or how I found something under the bed)

I sit facing the computer screen: I sit absorbed in another’s words, frequently reaching for the Garfield mug that holds near-cold tea (delicious), and once I’ve swallowed I lick its taste off of my lips. My eyes occasionally drift from the screen; tired green eyes with ever so dark smudges under them (the down side… Continue reading Sentiment (or how I found something under the bed)