Looking back

The past is filled with stories and the future, fantasies. This is now. Neither do I have a story nor a fantasy. The photograph I hold is dear to me; in it, I see a happy man. A possible story. A certain fantasy. How the tables have turned. I look at it and whisper “I … Continue reading Looking back


Don’t ask me what is wrong,Don’t tell me what is right;Don’t say there will be lightAt the end of the night. Don’t expect me to be strong,Stop looking for a fight;Within me liesA never ending fright. There are blacks,There is white,The Grays you don’t noticeIs what we call life;You give me your timeAnd you will … Continue reading Listen.

I’m done chasing the ghosts of our past,I wish it were a reality,But we both knew it wouldn't last. You broke my wings,I hid my plight,But I never hinderedYour will to fly; There’s no way your words will lead meBack into that path,I set you free, then,For if we're meant to be, we shall meet … Continue reading