The tides push forward, receding, and then back again. Like an eternal flow they carry on: powerful, majestic, peaceful with an evil smirk on its face. Two years ago my last touch with humanity was snatched so viciously away; pulled from my feeble grasps of despair. I console myself with this journal, the last to… Continue reading wasted effort (classic end of the world scenario)
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Alone Again
In all the time youve been known to fly you told me you loved me but you always lied. Sticking the needles into your sweaty palms not knowing why or when you would stop you would cry because you knew that you could do nothing that would keep you close to me….so you fell away… Continue reading Alone Again
Penance
The rain begins to fall again The rain, the only constant in my life Wind reaches my ears, mourning softly