Echoes of Her

Having fallen through her fingers. Anguish without gravity. No concept of time. Just asleep and awake. Night and day. Walking the world alone and weeping. Bleeding from the heart. Wet grass wounds. The air is cold and Blows through me taking My soul with it slowly. Eroding me, unguarded against Every evil that ever was. … Continue reading Echoes of Her

Day Nightmaring

Freedom seems elusive. The power to do or not varies. My privilege exists, yet lacks. Some people have relatively none. What we value is key. For some possessions. Others leisure. Many, water, food and housing. I only want love. It's not a need. But if there's anything I desire Beyond necessities, yes: It is love. … Continue reading Day Nightmaring