I’m stranded Walking the thin line between memories and regret. The land I tread upon, frail like a leaf that has dried; caving in, the subsidence is evident. Every step I take pushes me nearer to death; every flimsy breath fills me with hope, to wander further ahead. The sun has mellowed down, the dunes … Continue reading Daydream

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I’m thinking of the blues as flowers grow out of the bruise; the rusty old chair sings songs of you. Eyes have shrunk, tears have dried, wrinkles on my skin have stories that hide. Life was bittersweet, people fell like teeth; I wash my hands with a few good deeds; you know, to live is … Continue reading Come on in.